#Shawn Mendes Writing Circle

[xhdream]

I really love your works, and the things you write for jiung ...ughh soo incredibly💕✨️

could you write more about him, anything you want, him being teasing in public, just anything :)

tags: soft dom!jiung, friends to lovers (?), edging (f), praise kink, light choking | mdni

song rec: treat you better - shawn mendes

“don’t let him ruin your night.” jiung’s voice finds you through the banging techno music.

you nod, repeating his encouraging words in your mind, trying to let them do their magic so you can really forget about your ex being meters away from you. the club is suffocating from people, yet the face you’ve been trying so hard to forget is all you see.

you feel jiung taking your face in his hands, his thumbs form gentle patterns on your cheeks that slowly bring you back into reality; drifting you away from the unpleasant memories. it seems that his touch definitely works quicker than his words.

“y/n, look at me.” despite almost shouting in order for his command to dominate the vibrant scene of the night club his tone still has a note of pleading that rings out to you. “focus on my voice… my hands.”

your fingers find support in his shirt as you tug on the collar. you don’t know what it is. is it the power of his voice, the heavy energy around you, gravity, or some unknown secret desires that live inside you, but something pulls you closer into him.

you’ve never been this close to your friend before. the feeling of having your lips centimetres apart from his is something new, but for some reason it doesn’t feel wrong. not at all.

there were times when you’ve enjoyed the scent of his cologne, but it hasn’t made your head dizzy like this, - and you’re only slightly tipsy so it’s not from the cocktail you had. you’re certainly far from drunk, but there’s a possibility that a few more minutes in his embrace can get you lightheaded as if you are.

and his gaze… it definitely hasn’t made you feel like you’re being tortured by thousands of butterflies inside your tummy like it does right now.

“your hands…”

“yeah? tell me.” jiung’s lips turn into a soft smile with just a hint of mischief as he moves them lower on your body, savouring every curve.

“keep them on me,” you beg as your own palms shift around his neck. your thumbs brush his chiseled jawline as you stay pressed into each other, swaying out of sync with the music and the rest of the crowd. his voice has created another kind of melody that you rather move to. “please..”

“i’m not letting you go.”

these kinds of words said by a friend would normally wrap around you like a comfort blanket, however, as you look at jiung now, gorgeously painted from the neon lights with hands roaming on your lower waist and heavy breaths sticking to your face like secret kisses… they make your skin hot; they got you thinking of kissing him.

you don’t realise that you’ve been chewing on your lips until jiung lifts up your chin and swipes his thumb over them without minding your lipstick. his digit brushes the upper row of your teeth before you let it sneak inside your mouth and rest on your tongue. such a small taste of him, but invites an immense amount of adrenaline rush inside your chest.

“can i kiss you?” he asks with a raspier voice, watching you unwrap your soft lips.

and you say yes.

you find yourselves in his apartment. you’ve been here before, but this is the first time you’re laying in his bed - only in your bra with legs spread wide. one of his pillows is placed underneath your lower body with a dark spot forming from the way your arousal builds up, dripping from your cunt.

“doing so well for me,” jiung coos softly while observing your squirming figure. at one point he has to hold you down with a palm pressed against your lower tummy so he can keep his attention on your sensitive spot. “so perfect…”

his index finger continues to move in circles just as slow as it did when he started toying with your clit. occasionally he slips inside you to spread around your slick, making your puffy lips glisten nicely, then he resumes to the overwhelming little shapes in infuriating speed.

you whimper as his slow finger suddenly stops. it freezes in one place causing the thrill to fade away from your core leaving only the lingering warmth that you desperately need to feel snapping.

“jiung… w-why…” you arch your spine, feeling the tip of his fingers brushing against your stomach lightly as a feather; from your bellybutton up to your neckline. they crawl to your neck, wrapping around it just as gently, before he leans to kiss you.

you can’t stop yourself from whimpering in his mouth, feeling so stimulated from every single thing he does to you.

“gonna make you cum now, sweetheart.” jiung’s words almost end with a groan as a reaction from the way he feels you gulping against his hand. “it’s just… you look so pretty when you’re all needy like this, i wanted to look at you a little bit longer.” he pulls back, one hand holding your left thigh, as the other one returns to your clit. “wanna cum now, is that it?”

“yeah, really bad…” you shut your eyes sensing the familiar light brushing of his digit. it barely touches the swollen bud, but you’re so turned on, it instantly shoots pleasure into your tummy. “jiung—“ you moan, grabbing the bedsheets.

he glides it so easily and smoothly from how wet you are; drawing perfect circular patterns that have you feeling like you’re about to melt into the surface.

“go ahead, beautiful,” he encourages you, but without changing the pace of his rubs. “cum for me, i want to see you.”

his gaze is fixated on your convulsing figure that’s succumbed to his control, on the way you whimper and tug the sheets desperately, but his finger doesn’t speed up. it keeps the slow motions going till you start to lose control over your voice, breathing; over your own body.

after you open your eyes you realise that even the butterflies tattoed on his skin look different than they did the last time you saw them. nothing feels the same when you fall in love with your closest friend.

a/n: tysm for reading my works! i’m glad you like them <3 i thought of this scenario while listening to the mentioned song, so i hope you enjoy how this turned out too!! ♡

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[2996-sana]

lost in japan

loosely based on lost in japan by shawn mendes :D

being a soloist in the industry is a bit like riding a rollercoaster of emotions. while it brings creative freedom and a chance to shape your own journey, it comes with its share of loneliness. unlike being in a group, where you share every step of the journey, as a soloist, you navigate the entire process – from making albums, promotions, gigs, to tours and interviews – all by yourself. sure, you have your crew and team, your chosen family, but seeing groups together makes you a bit envious. they get to share the highs and lows, the crazy moments, and the struggles. it's a camaraderie you sometimes wanted.

but being a soloist has its perks. you get to pour your soul into your music, writing and producing most of your songs. music isn't just a job; it's a deeply personal expression. every note and lyric carries a piece of your story, every emotion, and experience that left a mark on your heart.

and then there's the subject of love.

in the vast expanse of the industry, finding love can be a challenge. all eyes are on you, not just in korea but globally, and being an idol only adds to the scrutiny. but that hasn't stopped idols from dating, and who can blame them? when love comes knocking, it's hard to resist.

for you, love arrived unexpectedly in the form of a blind date, set up by mutual connections. specifically, yeri from red velvet, who passed down the idea to nayeon from twice. and believe it or not, love turned out to be a member of the renowned girl group twice.

love felt like magic, and at this moment, love happened to be right beside you on the couch in the recording studio.

"baby, i'm gonna miss you like crazy," sana pouted.

"i know, baby, but it's only gonna be a few weeks, right?" you ask, trying to offer comfort.

"three weeks, yeah, but i hate being away from you," she replies, eyes still a bit teary.

turning to your girlfriend, you put down your guitar and scoot closer to sana. "i understand, baby. if i didn't have schedules lined up for the next few weeks, i'd come with you guys," you say, your voice carrying a tinge of sadness.

sana sighed in defeat and planted a playful kiss on your cheek. "you should write a song about me while i'm away," she teased.

you rolled your eyes. "they're all about you, i don't know what you're on about."

sana giggled, fully aware that it was true. despite this knowledge, hearing every new song you wrote about her never got old and it never failed to make her swoon. your love story held a special place in both your hearts, and having it immortalized in your music felt special. especially since the general public remained oblivious to the fact that the songs were about her or your relationship. it was like a secret world that only the two of you shared, untouched, and safe from the prying eyes of the public.

as much as sana wanted to shout about your love from the rooftops, she found solace in the fact that you both hadn't given anybody the power to take what you had away. having your close circle and family know felt like enough for now.

"i adore you so much, baby. i feel incredibly lucky," sana confessed, locking eyes with you.

"i love you, baby. we're both really lucky," you replied. "are you excited to be home and visit family?"

sana's eyes lit up. "yes! mom and dad wanted to see you, though. but yeah, it's been a while, so i'm excited."

the joy on her face brought warmth to your heart. "i'm excited for you, baby. send me lots of pictures, okay? and don't worry, i'll give you a call when you're together with your parents."

that night, you had to take sana and the rest of twice to the airport. well, technically, you were in the same car they were dropped off in, but you couldn't get off due to the swarm of reporters and fansites. now, that would be a headline.

you gave sana one last kiss and waved goodbye to tzuyu, dahyun, mina, and jihyo, who were sharing the same car.

"be safe, you guys," you said.

"we'll miss you, unnie!" tzuyu exclaimed, and the rest of the girls echoed her sentiment.

"i'll miss you the most, though," sana said sadly.

you reached for her hand and gave it a soft kiss. "i'll see you real soon, baby."

"y/n, you better pay me extra to keep sana from talking everyone's ears off about missing you this whole trip," jihyo joked, earning laughs from the group.

"bank transfer?" you suggested playfully.

"yah!" sana feigned annoyance.

"alright, alright, you guys go. the rest of the girls are already outside."

as the car door closed, you sighed. a busy week awaited you with recording sessions, and on top of that, you didn't have a girlfriend to come home to for the next few weeks. *+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+*

a week drifted by, and there you were, sprawled out on the cushy couch in a hotel in taiwan, peering through the grand glass windows that framed the city's glowing lights. the sun descended gracefully, painting the sky with warm hues. you wished sana was there with you. memories flooded in — of quiet evenings cocooned on the couch, watching anime after demanding days, and lively moments in the kitchen, dancing and singing together.

"it's cool. just two more weeks," you mumbled.

suddenly, a soft buzz broke the silence.

m.by__sana tagged you in a post

you tapped the notification, revealing snapshots from a dinner a week past, capturing the comically overcooked steak you had made.

당신은 여전히 최고입니다, 셰프���! ♡´ (you're still the best, chef! ♡´)

a gentle chuckle escaped you.

당신은 미친 듯이 나를 그리워하고 있을 것입니다, you playfully commented. (you must be missing me like crazy)

almost instantly, you got a reply.

당신은 모르고 있어요 (you have no idea)

you released a resigned sigh, well-acquainted with the sacrifices that came with being idols. both of you knew the drill — the inevitable stretches of separation that, despite understanding, never got easier.

you knew sana was currently holed up in her hotel with the other girls, having just gotten off a facetime call with her. it didn't make the distance any more bearable, and resisting the urge to fly over and be with her required more self-control than you cared to admit.

wait…

with a swift move, you grabbed your phone and opened up the voice memo app. "na na na na, do you got plans tonight, baby? something something, lost in your paradise. the only thing i’m thinking ‘bout is you and i, i can’t get you off my mind," you sang, a mix of determination and confusion in your voice as you attempted to untangle the tune in your head. recording the snippets, you couldn't help but hope that this spontaneous burst could turn into something.

as a musician and songwriter, you know that when inspiration hits - seize it and craft it into art. luckily for you, sana was the kind of girl who could fuel a billion songs, and the thought of writing about her never got old.

fueled by the sudden inspiration, you reached for your guitar.

*+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+*

"sana, you okay?" mina inquired, concern etching her features as she observed sana lost in thought, brows furrowed.

"she's fine. just being dramatic because y/n hasn't replied," nayeon chuckled, finding the situation amusing.

"you don't get it; she never takes this long to reply, even when we're both busy," sana whined, her frustration evident.

"unnie, isn't she in the middle of preparing for a comeback?" chaeyoung suggested. "maybe she's stuck in a meeting or recording something."

despite chaeyoung's rationality, sana's irritation persisted. she wasn't worried; she was just plain mad that you weren't responding.

the day dragged on with your replies limited to one-word responses, fueling sana's growing annoyance.

"who does she think she is?" sana slammed the door of her and momo's hotel room. "she didn't even pick up when i called her at my parents' house, and she specifically told me to!"

momo racked her brain, knowing sana's penchant for needing attention. she silently cursed you for leaving her with a moody sana.

"sana, it's okay. she'll eventually reply. i'm sure she has her reasons," momo sighed, offering a reassuring smile.

sana, across the room, sprinted to momo, shoving her phone in her friend's face. "what is this, then?"

momo squinted at your instagram story, revealing a tiktok of you and jennie doing a dance. momo silently cursed you again.

"uhh, scheduled post? maybe it's a new challenge," momo suggested, attempting to ease the tension.

sana rolled her eyes and threw her phone on the bed. "i don't care anymore."

"we can go out tonight, satang!" momo encouraged. "you'll get your mind off y/n."

sana shook her head defiantly. "i'm not going out! i'm staying in."

"nope, you can't," momo declared, standing up and joining sana. "you promised, remember?"

sana groaned. "fine, whatever, but i won't like it." *+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+*

sana and the group entered mina's cousin's newly opened restaurant, exclusively reserved for the night. despite the collective effort to lighten sana's mood, she remained unusually gloomy, a stark contrast to her typically bubbly self.

"sana, you look ugly when you’re frowning," jeongyeon teased, eliciting laughter from the group. sana responded by sticking her tongue out playfully. just as sana was about to retaliate, their food arrived, and the delightful aroma of the ramen momentarily diverted her attention. she was clearly hungry.

the dinner unfolded with vibrant conversations about their promotions, and even sana couldn't resist breaking into a smile and sharing a few laughs. after finishing her ramen, sana reached for a napkin on the table and discovered something tucked underneath — a small note?

do you have plans tonight?

suddenly, the lights dimmed, causing gasps from everyone. a soft strumming of a guitar filled the air.

"all it'd take is one flight,

we'd be in the same time zone."

sana could recognize that voice anywhere. her eyes shifted across the room, finding her girlfriend perched on a high stool with a guitar, singing just for her. sana could barely wrap her head around what was happening. she glanced at the girls, who were all smiling with their phones up.

as you sang, it dawned on sana what the song meant. her eyes widened as she listened.

“do you got plans tonight?

i'm a couple hundred miles from japan, and i

i was thinkin' i could fly to your hotel tonight

'cause i can't get you off my mind.”

you smiled and threw her a wink. sana couldn't help but cover her blushing face with her hands.

“do you got plans tonight, baby?

i was hopin' i could get lost in your paradise (paradise)

the only thing i'm thinkin' 'bout is you and i,

and i can't get you off my mind.”

sana should've probably known you were up to something. you wouldn't have left her hanging like that. but who would've thought you were crazy enough to leave in the middle of your schedules and fly to japan for her?

“let's get lost tonight,

let's get lost tonight,

baby, you and,

i can't seem to get you off my mind.”

the guitar strumming gradually faded, and the girls were howling and clapping. you walked toward sana with a single flower in your hand, wearing a big grin.

"hi," you said, still grinning.

sana got up, playfully shoving you before throwing her arms around you. "you are crazy!"

"crazy in love, apparently," dahyun giggled.

"are you complaining, though?" you laughed, ruffling her hair. then, you whispered in her ear, "if love doesn't make you do crazy things, then are you really doing it right?" *+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+*

"lost in japan is trending," sana giggled from the couch.

you joined her, tossing a blanket over both of you. "you think they're putting two and two together?" you laughed.

sana laughed, sharing a message from a fan on the bubble app.

"that new song from y/n is definitely about you and i'm taking no arguments."

#twice x reader #minatozaki sana x reader #sana x reader #minatozaki sana #twice sana

[allwaswell16]

—Fics by allwaswell16—

[ Rare Pairs ]

but tonight (you're on my mind) [E, 36k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, fic post]

Nick's friendship with the lead singer of Seventy Eight has come with a new circle of people including an entrancing, blue eyed drummer. But what brings them together can also tear them apart.

Need (part 2 of Until series) [E, 21k, Niall/Shawn Mendes, fic post]

Niall Horan loved his job. Who wouldn’t? He was the biggest pop star in the world, and he’d found his kindred spirit in songwriting and friendship, Louis Tomlinson. The sky was the limit now. He had the perfect place they could hide themselves away from the world and write his next album...his uncle’s horse ranch in Colorado. What he didn’t expect was the cowboy next door.

Do You Smile To Tempt a Lover [E, 18k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, fic post]

Nick Grimshaw is entranced by Louis, his very beautiful, very cheeky new coworker at The National Portrait Gallery. He watches him day after day, wondering what he’s furiously typing on his laptop over lunch. With a little help from the very bored barista in the gallery cafe, Nick finds himself growing closer to Louis than he ever dreamed possible.

Interview with the vampire [E, 4k, Louis/Rob Pattinson, fic post]

Working at an alpha magazine wasn't always easy for an omega like Louis, but he's just landed his biggest interview yet with an A list actor who has asked for Louis especially. Unfortunately, the interview is with Rob Pattinson, the biggest pain in the arse alpha on the planet.

Inspired by Rob’s interview in GQ Magazine and not actually about vampires

One [E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders), fic post]

When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

Hesitate [E, 3k, Louis/Liam, fic post]

He’d always been in love with Louis.

From the time he was old enough to understand attraction, he’d been attracted to Louis, not that he’d been ready to do anything about it at the time. Instead, he’d just supported him like a best friend should. He was there for Louis when he came out to his mom. He was there for Louis when he landed the leading role in the school play. He was there for him when Louis didn’t have a date for the prom. He was there when Louis got his heart broken.

 And he waited. He’d waited until he couldn’t stand to wait any more.

A college au where Liam and Louis went from childhood friends to lovers to exes and back again.

Daydream [T, 2k, Louis/Zayn, fic post]

Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.

Should Have Known [NR, 2k, Louis/Liam, fic post]

Liam returns from his internship abroad ready to tell his best friend that he wants to be more than friends. But when Louis starts avoiding him, he's no longer sure the timing is right.

Next Door [NR, 2k, Louis/Rob Pattinson, fic post]

When a stray cat starts coming round Louis' garden and bothering his dog, Louis and his best friend set out to capture it.

Or a famous/famous fic where Louis and Oli embarrass themselves in front of Batman.

Crush [T, 1k, Louis/Niall, fic post]

When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

[Back to masterpost]

#allwaswell16rarepairs #one direction fanfiction #1d rare pairs #lilo fan fiction #tomlinshaw fan fiction #shiall fan fic #nouis fan fiction #zouis fan fic

[mendesblurb]

Hi, I’m having major surgery tomorrow and I just wanted to say I’m so thankful for all your writing. ❤️ If you have time to write a short blurb or imagine about this where Shawn is being really comforting and protective it would really mean a lot to me. No problem if not. 🥹🤍

Gentle Warmth

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~235

Warning ⚠️: fluff,tiny bit mention of an angst topic, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: Idk who you are anon but I hope you know that your support means everything to me ♥️ and I hope I did okay for your request 🫰🏻💖

It was a breezy and cold night.

You are currently on the living room floor. Your gaze is fixed on the window as you sit, eyes forlorn as your hands shake slightly; You consider telling yourself it's from the cold weather, but you know yourself too well for that.

You had days like this before, and it wasn't easy to pinpoint what exactly went south. But, it's taking everything in you to keep yourself together.

“Y/n?”

The sound of his voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you didn’t even register that you have been crying until you feel one of his hands gingerly wipe the tears from your cheeks.

Without a word, Shawn pulls you into an embrace. Your tears leave faster than you expect them, and you sob as he brings you further into his embrace, holding you close. His touch was warm as one of his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back while the other squeezed yours comfortably, “Do you need anything?” He asked softly, not wanting to come off aggressive.

You shook your head before uttering, “Will you stay and hold me?”

“Of course, baby,” He nodded understandingly before pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead and holding you close again.

As your breathing grows steadier, you look up at him and can't help but form a slight smile; today somehow already seems to be a lot better.

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Thank you for reading guys... feel free to like, reblog, follow my account, leave a comment and my chat is always open for random chats or requests... appreciate every single one of you... ❤️

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[silverslipstream]

Flash Fiction Friday!

So yeah, I decided to enter @flashfictionfridayofficial this week! I decided to write something completely off the top of my head - I've been reading David Levithan's Boy Meets Boy recently and was inspired to write a little smidge of queer romance. It ended up being a lot longer than I envisaged, but it's still under 1,000 words, so... Result!

Without further ado, here's the story of two best friends ringing in the New Year together in an unexpected way. Enjoy! (Note: Owen and Elliott are named after the poets Wilfred Owen and T.S Eliot. Just an interesting little detail!)

Prompt: Can We Kiss?

Lighthouse

Owen isn’t quite sure when he started feeling like he’d been cast adrift from his own body, but surely this house party is responsible. Shawn Mendes’s new hit is blaring from some nebulous middle-distance: he can’t tell whether it’s inside this house or inside his head. He takes another sip from the glass of cranberry vodka in his hand. The alcohol is sharp and sour: it rolls like a fist down his throat, and it’s all he can do not to gag.

Suddenly, like a lighthouse after weeks at sea, Elliott appears at the end of the hall. Owen lurches forward toward his best friend, ignoring the chorus of indignant complaints from the partygoers around him. Elliott sees him and snorts.

“You’re drunk.” It’s not a question. Owen can’t remember ever thinking about it, but suddenly drunk seems like the perfect word.

“As a glass of water,” he answers confidently, and a ripple of laughter shudders outward like a shockwave across the room.

Elliott shakes his head and claps him on the shoulder.

“C’mon, O. You stumble around all night, you’re gonna miss the countdown, and it’s not long now. In fact,” he says, checking his watch, “we’ve got thirteen minutes. You can’t come to a New Year’s Eve party and not celebrate the countdown. What would be the point?”

“Wait—since when was it New Year’s?”

Elliott side-eyes him with a lopsided grin, as if holding in a laugh, and Owen can’t tear his eyes away from those lips. For some reason, he doesn’t care if Elliott notices. He doesn’t care if everyone notices.

“Fucking hell, you’re properly wasted, aren’t you?”

Sometime later, Owen’s sitting on an armchair in the living room. How long has it been? He can’t remember exactly how he got here, but it can’t have happened too long ago, because nobody’s counting down yet. Countdown. That’s important!

The living room is traditional suburban British fare: family photos on the mantelpiece, a hideous red and white patterned rug, a flat screen TV nestled between two DVD shelves. It’s much too small for the amount of people in here. Try as he might, he can’t remember whose house this is supposed to be.

As if by magic, Elliott appears next to him, perching on the arm of the chair. His thick black hair is mussed at the back, and he’s wearing an oddly exposed expression. Something that got caught between satisfaction and confusion and doesn’t know which one to hide behind.

“Gemma Atkins decided she couldn’t wait for the stroke of midnight,” he says wryly, an embarrassed flush colouring his cheeks.

“You gonna go find her again for a second round? Y’know, at the countdown?”

“Nah. She’s probably saving the countdown kiss for Josh.”

Owen snorts derisively. “Yeah, her and every other girl within five miles.”

All the weight in Owen’s skull seems to have moved to the back of his head. Suddenly, he’s looking at the pockmarked pattern on the roof, watching the strobe lights play over the bumps and ridges, leaning back into the comfiest headrest he’s ever known. The fingers of his left hand find someone’s knuckles, and without thinking, he slips his thumb under the other hand’s palm, tracing little circles into the warm and slightly sweaty flesh.

Elliott looks at their joined hands with a quirked eyebrow, like it’s a toddler asking a particularly foolish question.

“Well, that’s a bit gay, isn’t it?”

It’s probably meant to sound sarcastic, maybe even mocking, but Owen can’t detect any malice in Elliott’s tone. Instead, it sounds drily observational, like an affirmation.

“Yeah.”

His head feels like it’s full of pins-and needles; there’s a strange sensation of being pushed into the armchair. Elliott’s hand is still warm in his, and for some reason, his best friend isn’t pulling away. Some joker starts counting down from thirty, and gradually people join in.

“Aren’t you gonna… y’know, find someone to ring in the New Year with, Elliott? I’m good here. This chair’s super comfy.”

Elliott looks at him and chuckles. It’s a light, soft sound, like windchimes, and Owen feels like he could dance to it, pirouette through a ballroom forever if only Elliott would keep laughing.

“No.”

The countdown reaches fifteen: now every kid in the room is chanting. Owen leans in.

“Well, if you’re not gonna go find some girl to kiss, can we? Kiss, I mean?”

“Well… yeah, go on then,” Elliott says. “Only because you’re drunk, and because you couldn’t kiss a girl if your A-levels depended on it.”

“Wow, do you tell that to all the boys you kiss?”

“Only you, O.”  

“C’mere, then.”

He slides one hand around the back of Elliott’s neck, and the other snakes around the small of his back, turning Elliott to face him. His best friend leans in, and Owen can’t help but catch a whiff of cologne. This is the closest they’ve ever been. He wonders briefly if Elliott can hear the blood thumping in his ears.

“FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE…” screams the room.

And suddenly Elliott’s closed the gap between them, and the kiss is simultaneously gentle and electrifying, and Owen feels like he’s floating through the roof. Elliott tastes of Kopparberg and rum, and for some stupid, intoxicating reason, it’s the best kiss he’s ever had.

It’s over before it’s really begun; Elliott breaks the kiss and almost headbutts him by whipping his head around. Owen lays a hand on Elliott’s. The other boy stares back, questions flaring in his eyes.

“It’s all right, mate. Nobody’s watching,” he says, and relief washes over Elliott’s face.

“Yeah, well… don’t get used to it, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. We both know you’ve been dying to snog me all night.”

They laugh again, and Owen could swear they’re sitting in another dimension now. Someplace he can’t name.

“Whatever, O. Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year, Elliott.”

#flash fiction #flash fic friday #new year's kiss #writeblr #writers community #queer romance #just a spur of the moment bit of gay fluff idk why I wrote this but it exists now #my writing

[stayconnecteed]

🎤🦋🐰🙃💎

there you go, five right back at you! 🤭

thank u terii!! let's go:

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? in general, i try to learn all the lyrics of the songs i love. mm, for example, non-spanish songs as most of bruno mars (when i was your man, grenade, just the way you are), car's outside by james arthur, treat you better by shawn mendes and unholy by sam smith and kim petras. i want to say that the only korean song i fully know is red lights. i swear i wrote the romanized lyrics and went over it again and again until i learnt it.

🦋 Describe yourself in three words. impulsive, aesthetic and chaotic.

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person? i would say the way they treat unknown people. if you trust someone, like it's part of your inner circle, you will treat them right because you care about them. it's the way you treat people you don't care about that say how you really are.

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know? i have been thinkin about this a lot. because i don't really know. it could be a random fact, right? like, octopuses have 3 hearts. or that bees comunicate with each other by dancing. or maybe that animals with stripes or spots, they have not only their fur like that but also their skin. if you shave a tiger or a cat, their skin will have stripes and spots as well (my father loves animal documentaries so i know some random facts about animals 一also when my cat had surgery he had to have shaved, so i saw his spots on his skin).

💎 What’s your most prized possession? economically: my kpop albums? maybe? well, obviously my phone. i think is the more expensive thing i own. and then clothes (a blazer i bought for my last high school year party), and my skz kpop albums. but! prized as in emotional value, i would say my cat. haha, since he's adopted, he's ours. but is more a family member than a thing i own. and probably my first crochet hook (my granny gave it to me), the first karen m. mcmanus book and the notebooks were i ramble notes for future books i want to write. the most prized possession i have tho are memories.

that's it haha

#ask game #moot 🌙 #mars answers #about: mars

[wordsandshawn]

Secret | Part 1 | #ShawnMendesWritingCircle

A/N: I’m so excited to get to be a part of this writing circle. Thank you @saysweartogod-og​ for coming up with this amazing idea. This fic is a little spin off of a secret billionaire trope, and I can honestly say I’m so excited to see where some of the amazing writers participating in this decide to take it. I hope you enjoy this first chapter, and feel free to send feedback or thoughts about the chapter and where you think it might go, because my guess is as good as yours, and I’d love to talk about it! 

WC: 2.6K

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From the moment you met Shawn six months ago, you knew that letting yourself get involved with him was a bad idea. It took you about three seconds to come up with a handful of reasons why you could never let yourself fall for him, but it only took him one night to make you forget them all.

You stepped into his condo, spotted him, and knew who he was immediately before the words, “Hey, I’m Shawn,” Even fell from his lips. You told yourself you’d never come back here before you spoke a single word to him. You also vowed to kill Brian and Alicia the second you got them alone.

Brian is dating your roommate, which is how you wound up here in the first place. Alicia knows you rarely ever go out because you’re either working or studying, so when she found out you weren’t working for the first time on a Friday night, she practically begged you to come with her. She said she was meeting some of Brian’s friends for the first time and didn’t want to be alone. Despite you telling her that she’d obviously have Brian there, she refused to give up, and finally, you reluctantly agreed to go. You had no idea that Brian’s “friend” was Shawn Mendes.

At first, your only focus was getting through the party and out of the condo without anyone posting a photo of you online, knowing that photo would be circulated within minutes if it had Shawn in it too, and that’s the last thing you’d want. You didn’t expect it to be too difficult to avoid being in a photo with Shawn considering the condo was not small by any means, and there’s no reason for him to take any type of notice of you.

Even though you regretted accepting the invitation, you still decided to make the most of the night. Since you rarely let yourself go out, you were determined to enjoy the one night you had. You’re still nursing your first drink, despite it already being warm. As time passes, you watch as everyone around you becomes more and more inebriated. Phones are out, as they often are at parties like these, and you’re tired of hiding in the darkest corner you could find, so you slip outside. You’re not outside for even five minutes before you hear the sliding door open, the music drifting out from inside.

“Y/n, right?” Shawn questions, stepping outside, and you try to hide the shock on your face over the fact that he remembered your name.

“Mhmm,” You respond intentionally looking away from him.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks, taking the spot beside you by the railing so the two of you are standing shoulder to shoulder, except his shoulder is about five inches above yours.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You respond, not wanting to give him the real answer to that question.

“They’re all taking a lot of pictures in there.” He says, as though that’s an answer to the question, but it’s not.

“It’s your party, why wouldn’t you want to be in the pictures?” You question, surprised. You know why you don’t want to be in them, but you can’t seem to fathom why he wouldn’t want to be in pictures with his friends at his own place.

“Don’t want people to know where I am,” He says with a shrug. “What about you, why’d you slip out just now?” He asks again since you avoided the question the first time.

“Needed some air,” You lie, keeping your eyes trained on the city lights.

He doesn’t press the topic anymore. You’re expecting him to wander away, back inside to the party, but he doesn’t. Shawn asks about how you know Brian and you explain that he’s dating your roommate. To be polite, you ask him the same question and he shares that they met when they were six and on the same soccer team. For some reason, conversation comes easy with him, and you almost let your guard down. Almost.

After a talking for a while, he asks, “Can I get your Instagram?”

Suddenly you remember the promise you made to yourself earlier. “I don’t have one.” You say before slipping past him and heading back inside in search of the bathroom. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s wearing a perplexed look. When people hear you don’t have an Instagram, they look at you like you’re from outer space. That’s how ridiculous they think it is, and then they think you’re lying because you’re not into them. Even though you’re not lying, you never really cared if that’s what they thought.

By the end of the night, you’re just glad to make it out of there. Alicia is drunk enough that you drive her car back to your apartment, and the whole time, she’s mumbling about how she thinks Shawn likes you and about how Brian told her that he thinks you two would be good together. You tell her she’s talking nonsense, and Shawn would never like you like that, but deep down, you knew you already liked Shawn more than you would want to admit.

Brian gave Shawn your number, and you texted for two months before moving beyond friendship, even though you both knew it was heading in that direction from the very beginning. It took that long for you to finally be convinced that he was a safe person to be with. Shawn knew from the very beginning, before you even got together, that you did not want to go public with the relationship. He knew that you were completely off of social media, so it made sense that you wanted to keep your life private, and he agreed that it would be for the best. 

Even after you got together, he was rarely ever in Toronto. He was busy traveling for work, and you were busy with work and Uni, so it was mostly a long distance relationship with a lot of texting and facetiming, but you’ve managed to make it work and treasure the small amounts of time you have together. 

Shawn’s finally back in town, and you spent most of the day lazily hanging out. When night hit, a bunch of Shawn’s friends came over, including Brian and Alicia. This party feels a lot different from the last one. In that one, you were keeping to yourself, mostly in the corner or outside. Tonight, you feel like you can let your guard down, at least a little bit. Shawn had made it clear that his friends couldn’t post any pictures with him in them because he was supposed to be in Miami and his management would basically kill him if it got out he slipped away to come home to Toronto. Shawn was determined to come home for the weekend. He missed you, so he made a promise to his management that no one would find out he was here.

It worked out better for you because you felt like you were safe from worrying about pictures posted online. What you didn’t realize was that his friends never promised not to post pictures at all, just that they wouldn’t post pictures of Shawn. You’re standing around the kitchen island, laughing about something Alicia is saying when you spot Brian looking down at his phone. Out of curiosity, your eyes fall on his screen to see you and Alicia. He clicks post before you have a chance to say anything. In a second, you’re standing in front of him. “Hey, what did you just post?” You ask him.

“Don’t worry, it’s a nice picture.” He says, shrugging.

“Brian, delete it.” You say. He’s already drunk, and you’re starting to wish you had more than one drink because of the anxiety raising up within you. “Please, you have to delete that. Delete it right now, please.” You swallow your anxiety and fear, trying to keep your emotions from getting the better of you. It’s only now that you realize that you were basically screaming, and all the other conversations going on stopped because everyone is focused on you.

“Chill,” Brian says, but when you make it clear that you’re serious, he finally concedes. “Fine.” He deletes it, showing you his phone as he does so.

“Thanks,” You mumble before pushing past everyone still standing around staring at you and disappearing into Shawn’s room, slamming the door behind you. You pace across the room a couple of times before you hear a knock on the door.

You don’t say anything or make a move to open it. You’re still trying to calm your breathing and remind yourself that nothing happened. The picture was only up for no more than a few minutes. Everything’s okay, and you’re just being paranoid, at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

The door opens, and you turn to see who it is. Shawn’s standing in the doorway, questions swimming in his eyes, but he doesn’t ask any of them right away. You sit down on the bed, taking a deep breath, readying yourself to face him. He steps inside, closing the door behind him. “You okay?” He asks.

You swallow hard to keep your emotions down, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m sorry about that.” You nod toward the door, but you don’t offer an explanation.

Shawn takes a seat next to you, “That wasn’t just about us keeping our relationship a secret, was it?” He questions softly. He’s putting the pieces together. Shawn wasn’t even in the Instagram story, and even though you know Shawn’s fans keep track of his every move and watch all of his friend’s stuff, you’re not delusional enough to think that if you’re in one story everyone will know about you and Shawn. But as soon as you realized that Shawn’s friends get tens of thousands of views on their stories, it worried you. You’re worried that someone would see it, someone who you didn’t want to see it.

“I’m sorry I freaked out.” You respond. “But you should get back to your friends. I think I’m just going to go.” You say, starting to stand up.

Shawn reaches out for you, taking your hand in his. “Please don’t go.” He says. “I just want to know what’s going on with you. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” He seems concerned. Even though you’ve only known him for a couple of months, you already trust Shawn more than you’ve trusted anyone else. But with all of his friends here, along with knowing he’s already had a few drinks, you know now’s not the time to talk about this.

“I really think I should go. I’ll see you later, okay?” Shawn doesn’t try to stop you again. He’s already made it clear that he wants you to stay, but if you want to go, he’ll let you.

You get into your car and drive back to your apartment. When you arrive, you see that Shawn has texted you a few times. He asks you to text him when you get home safely. He also lets you know that if you want to talk about what happened, he’s there.

You text him back, letting him know you made it home, but you don’t say anything about the picture. After replying to Shawn, you turn off your phone and get ready for bed, trying to fall asleep before you worry yourself sick.

The next morning, when you wake up, you’re surprised that you don’t see a message from Shawn. He must still be sleeping, you think to yourself before getting out of bed. After brushing your teeth and putting your contacts in, you start walking toward the kitchen in search of breakfast. You stop short as soon as you step out of the hallway because you see Shawn sitting at your dining room table. He looks up from his phone when he sees you.

“Hey, Alicia let me in.” He explains before nodding toward the donuts, “I brought donuts.”

“Thanks,” You whisper, pulling out a seat and sitting down.

“Can we talk about last night?” He asks, hesitantly.

You knew that you would have to tell him sometime, but you were hoping you could avoid it for at least a little while longer.

“My dad’s really,” You pause, searching for the right word, finally saying, “Controlling.”

Shawn’s eyebrows knit together, and he watches you closely. He doesn’t know where this conversation is going, and you don’t blame him.

“Both of my parents wanted me to go into the family business, but I didn’t want to. They didn’t want to hear it or even consider letting me do anything else. When I turned eighteen, I left. I got a scholarship to a university they never knew I applied to. I deleted all my social media’s and I moved away.” You haven’t spoken those words aloud to anyone, ever, and you didn’t realize they would be so difficult to say.

“You ran away?” Shawn questions, his voice barely above a whisper, and you know that he’s just trying to wrap his mind around all of it. It’s a lot, so you don’t blame him.

“I’m not a teenaged runaway. I’m not a missing person.” You respond, knowing how it sounds. “I was eighteen. I told them I was moving away to go to University. I just didn’t tell them which one because I didn’t want them to just show up or think they could buy their way back into my life. I needed to do it on my own.”

He’s not quite understanding how you could just cut your family out of your life, and you know it’s a difficult concept. “Buy their way in?” He asks.

“Yeah, knowing my dad, he’d do something like buy a building on campus or something and then make a whole show of dedicating and opening it, or find some way to show up and manipulate their way back into my life, and I just didn’t want that.”

“So, what does your dad do?”

“You ever heard of Ardes Corp.” Shawn’s eyes widen. Everyone’s heard of Ardes Corp. “My real name is Y/n Ardes. I started using my middle name as my last name, so people wouldn’t know.”

“Okay, but why go through all these lengths to still not be found by them? You clearly did it all on your own, putting yourself through Uni and everything. Why would it matter if they saw a picture of you online?”

“You know how I said I told them I was leaving, so I didn’t just run away?”

“Yeah?”

“Well it wasn’t the best conversation. They kind of disowned me, and I kind of don’t want them to find me and confront me or tell me I’m living my life wrong or do whatever they might do if they change my mind and try to drag me back home.” That may not be the full story, but you think it’ll be at least enough to satisfy Shawn for the time being.

When he nods, and hands you a napkin, you take it gratefully.

“I guess that’s why you won’t even step outside with me, huh?” He questions, opening the box of donuts.

You bite your lip, meeting his eyes and nodding.

He nods back, a silent understanding passes between the two of you. Even though you just threw a lot of information about your past at him, he doesn’t seem to be put off by it, instead, he took it all in stride.

“Thanks for buying the donuts.” You say, as he motions for you to choose first.

“You’re welcome.” He says with a smile.

You choose the twist and Shawn takes one with chocolate on it, and the two of you eat in comfortable silence. You have no doubt that Shawn has more questions, and there’s a lot more that he deserves to know, but he’s only here for another day, and you’d much rather focus on this delicious donut and the idea of some quality time alone with your boyfriend instead of rehashing your past.  

#Shawn Mendes #ShawnMendesWritingCircle #Shawn Peter Raul Mendes #Shawn Mendes imagine #Shawn Mendes fic #Shawn Mendes Writing Circle

[thatkidwhodreams]

Blurred Lines | Part Two | #ShawnMendesWritingCircle

Part One by @shessoparticular​

You spent the next two hours cooped up in the guest bedroom with tears on your face until you had decided that you’d had enough of moping around in the isolated space. You put your shoes and a hoodie on and headed straight towards the park which wasn’t too far from the house.

When you reached it you took a walk to clear your head. Your eyes were still a little puffy from all that crying and you wanted to stop so badly. After all, Shawn did not deserve those tears. He was like a little kid unknown to what he truly wants. You were the forbidden toy he always wanted but couldn’t have but you weren’t going to wait around for him forever eventually he’d grow out of it or you’d have to go to a different person. 

You were a bad bitch and didn’t want to shed tears for Shawn. You were certain that he did not have a hard time agreeing to take whoever was on the other side of that call out. “I’d love to take you out once you get to LA.” You mimicked and rolled your eyes. You would have thought you were overreacting in the whole situation but he just had to say “yeah I’m single” before anything else. 

You had been strolling for at least half an hour now and your legs were getting tired. You glanced down and checked the time and much to your dismay you hadn’t even been walking for up to 10 minutes. The park was large and there was a lot of greenery and space. There was a nearby bench and you took the opportunity to sit on it and zone out. You glanced at all the couples in front of you just walking by. The fact that you had a job and shouldn’t be gone for too long crossed your mind, but at this point you didn’t care. Besides, Shawn didn’t need you right now. He was probably too busy planning how that little date would go in his head to ask you to help him out with anything. He most likely didn’t give a fuck.

How could he ask to talk to you about last night and then pull that stunt? You wanted so badly to be mad at him but you liked him too much to be. You began to imagine what your life with Shawn could become if the relationship between the both of you wasn’t strictly work. 

You definitely would not have come to the park alone that’s for sure. You’d be holding hands with Shawn, showing huge public displays of affection. You’d cross the roads with your hands clasped around each other’s and he’d give you the occasional kiss on your forehead as you strolled down. You could walk for hours and still not get tired of each other’s company.

You’d sit together on the bench you’re sitting on now and just talk about life. Perhaps the future, proposals or maybe even kids.

You were getting ahead of yourself. You and Shawn hadn’t even gin on one date and here you were dreaming about all this nonsense. You laughed. You laughed to yourself and you laughed hard. It was a way for you to cope with your emotions and you did sometimes look a little crazy laughing to yourself.

Today was one of those days. A guy who appeared to be jogging took out his earphones and stopped jogging. He walked up to you and with a gentle voice asked “excuse me miss, are you alright?”

You were embarrassed. Your cheeks grew warm and you nodded. Tears were about to prick your eyes but you were able to stop them before they fell. “I’m fine. Sorry you had to see that.”

He moved back a little and nodded. “No it’s totally fine. I was just checking up on you. You don’t look fine but I know it’s none of my business. But it’s good that you’re somewhat okay. I’ll be going now, have a great day.”

You couldn’t lie he was cute and with manners like that damn. You smiled. You appreciated the fact that he didn’t pry and he minded his own business. If Shawn wasn’t still on your mind you may have asked for his number. Maybe. Just maybe.

As you were still on the park bench, scrolling through your phone as you were done thinking. Shawn was calling up everyone he knew to find out where you were. He knew what he did was stupid, but he wasn’t exactly serious about the phone call. She asked if he was single and he said yes. He couldn’t lie and say no everyone knew his relationship status anyway. He didn’t exactly know where it was heading and just said whatever came out of his mouth which, looking back now, sounded like the words of a man who was not in love with his PA and tried to hide it. 

After calling everyone from Andrew to Teddy and even his sister knowing damn well it was not her business and she obviously had no clue where you were, he gave up and just waited. Hoping you’d come back. He knew he pissed you off big time. Spending two hours in a room before storming out of the house clearly meant something was terribly wrong and he set out to fix it. Eventually. If you ever showed up.

You returned back to the house where you met a worried looking Shawn. He jumped up as soon as you opened the door and reached for your face to inspect that there was nothing physically wrong with you.

“Where the hell did you go?” Shawn started pacing around. You chuckled a little if the situation were any different you would have found it cute that he was worried. Like a distraught boyfriend. 

But it wasn’t. You were nothing more than a personal assistant to him. “I’ve been doing some thinking while I was out-”

“I phoned everyone and no one knew where you were strangely. And you were just out? This isn’t like you at all.”

“Yeah actually I think I have every right to be like this right now after the mixed signals you’ve been giving me. I was actually really hurt by that phone call earlier. If you don’t want to be with me stop leading me on. I am not a damn puppy! Yes I work for you but if you claim that’s all it is then act like it!”

“You know that’s not what thi-”

“Shut up and listen.” You sighed and finally continued in a calmer tone. “I want to quit.”

“What?! Are you serious right now?! You liar you don’t mean that at all.”

You sighed. He was right. Quitting was the last thing on your mind. Even with all the mixed feelings he’s been giving you, you still loved your job and the fact that you got to see him everyday. Besides the serious conversation about that phone call was still pending. 

“I don’t know. The relationship between us is simply just a work one and I’d love for it to be more. Seeing as you’ve just agreed to go on a date which who I’m assuming is a complete stranger, I really don’t want to see it. I don’t want to see you be with her with me still around. Try and look at it from my point of view alright? I really do love you but I’ve got to go my own way.” 

“Wha- okay now you’re just quoting that scene from High School Musical where Gabriella breaks up with Troy.” Shawn smiled.

You smiled too. Although you were his personal assistant he still knew you like the back of his hand. Spending days with each other can do that to someone. Is this really what you wanted? Did you really want to quit? You didn’t know why you were asking yourself this question of course the answer was no. You just wanted to see how much Shawn claimed he “needed” you. 

You took a deep breath and gave him your answer.

Did you see what I did there? I don’t know how to feel about what I just did because the first part was honestly so awesome I cried because I didn’t know how to follow up. Remember, feedback is always appreciated!

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[lonelyreputation]

Sunflower | Part TWO #ShawnMendesWritingCircle

A/N: Hi hi!! Welcome to the second week of the #ShawnMendesWritingCircle! I’m excited to share my part of the Tattoo Parlor - Flower Shop AU, Sunflower, that was started by the lovely @theshawnmendesstorycollection​! I hope you don’t mind that I added in a teensy bit of ✨drama✨ 

Give the first part a read here to understand the continuation! And let me know what you all think of this part! Excited to see where it continues on from here! 💖💫

And as always, major major thank you to @saysweartogod-og​ for organizing this whole activity!🥂🥳🍾 Make sure to check out all of the other stories by searching #ShawnMendesWritingCircle !

Warnings: None

WC: 2.1K

It had been nearly two weeks since you got your tattoo from the parlor down the street.  In between running your flower shop and trying to create different flower arrangements, your thoughts had been filled with the tattoo artist.

You were consumed with the thoughts of his gentle touches, easy going conversation, and how he seemed just as dedicated about running his tattoo parlor as you were about your flower shop.  The decor you remembered seeing on the walls definitely told you he took pride in all of his achievements.

I’ll see you around, he said, but he never came around.

You were positive that he would’ve come to the flower shop a few days after you got your tattoo, offering you the excuse of wanting to know how your tattoo was healing, so that he could see you.  But maybe that was just wishful thinking on your end mixed with your daydreams.

You were standing behind the register, elbows on the counter, with your head resting on the inside of your palms, as you watched Danielle water the flowers.  It was a slow day, only a few people came in to purchase some flowers, and you were going a little insane in the tiny shop with your head muddled with thoughts about the tattoo artist.

Enough is enough, you thought to yourself as a sigh escaped your lips.  You grabbed your canvas tote bag from under the front counter, that was appropriately decorated with a variety of flowers, and walked toward the front door.

“I’m gonna go on a walk, Dan,” you said over your shoulder as you pushed the door open, the little bell above chiming.

Her voice was soft and airy as she told you to enjoy it and that she should be fine alone.  You closed your eyes, filled your lungs up with the sweet smell of the air outside, and looked down to your right as you opened your eyes and let out the deep breath.

There was a woven basket holding a few brown paper bouquets of sunflowers with some lilac delphinium and solidago tied tougher with twine.  The chalk drawn sign said “Sunflower Assortment $15.99” in bright yellow script that Danielle had drawn.  Without a second thought, because it was your shop, you picked up a bouquet and headed down the street.

You don’t know what had come over your normal introverted self, because usually, you were content with dreaming up different scenarios in your head about a boy that caught your attention.  But something about him made you want to take action to get to know him better.  And you were done impatiently waiting for the bell above your door to chime and see his smiling face walk into the flower shop.

The yellow sundress that adorned your body slightly brushed against the skin below your knee as you walked through the light breeze.  The tattoo parlor wasn’t too far away from the flower shop which was a saving grace so you wouldn’t get lost in your head forever and turn around before your confidence dwindled away.

And before you knew it, you heard the light chime of his bell as you pushed the front door to his store open, and saw him pick his eyes up from whatever he was doing from behind the desk.  His curls moved with the jolt of his head up and a small smile graced his lips.

“Flower girl,” his smile grew with each step you took toward the front desk.

You let out a small laugh, and rubbed your hand against the back of your neck, “Hey.”

“Everything healing alright with your tattoo?” He dropped his pencil and leaned back in the chair, crossing his hands behind his head, subtly flexing his muscles.

You noticed the subtlety right off the bat and also noticed the John Mayer music softly playing around his shop.

“Oh, yeah, I think it’s all healed up and looks really pretty,” You smiled at him as you let your eyes briefly drop down to the paper on the desk he was drawing on.  You felt your cheeks heat up when you saw that he was drawing flowers.

“Really?” His enthusiastic voice brought your eyes back up to meet his, and they were full of pride, “Do you mind if I have a look?”

He rolled his chair back and motioned for you to come behind his desk. You nervously gripped the stems of the flowers as you nodded your head, “Also, I––” you thrusted the sunflower bouquet in his face, “I made these for you as a thank you, so––thank you.”

Shawn reached his hand to grab the flowers, and when his fingers brushed against yours, you straightened up.  You gave the flowers over to him and he lightly petted the petals of the sunflower’s and looked up at you with a beaming smile, “They’re beautiful, thanks flower girl.”

Your cheeks heated up once more; flower girl.  You liked the sound of that.

“Here, you can put your bag down,” you slid your canvas tote off your shoulders and Shawn took it from you to place under his desk.

He then rolled his chair forward, moving around to the side where he tattooed you, as he rolled closer so that you were standing between his legs.  Your dress hung low on your sides, showcasing your strapless bralet and some of your skin, as Shawn looked up at you with a tilt of his head.

“Can I––Can I slide it down?” He said in a soft and silvery voice.

He hadn’t said much, but he took the breath right out from your lungs.  So instead, you gulped, and nodded your head.

And just like the day he tattooed you, his touches were delicate.  The tips of his fingers lightly traced over the top of your bralet before he hooked his index fingers inside to pull down the thin material at a painstakingly slow pace.

When your bralet was scrunched up right below your breast, you sucked in a deep breath.  He briefly looked up at you with a shy smile before he traced the pads of his fingers over the thin black ink.  His touch sent a tingle throughout your body to the tip of your toes and you finally released the breath you had been holding in.

“It’s…” His voice got caught in his throat, as he momentarily turned his head away from you to cough into his elbow, “It’s healing nicely.”

His fingers continued to trace over his artwork on your body: from the stems, up to the leaves, before his fingers danced up to the petals of the top flower.  

You shuddered, “Yeah I––The instructions you gave were very thorough.”

The two of you continued your silence, as he continued to slowly run his fingers strictly on the outline of the flowers, and part of your mind wished that he would never take his hands off you.  But wishes were just wishes and your bubble of serenity was popped by the chime of a bell.

Shawn immediately used his feet to push his chair as far away from you as possible.  And you turned your back to whoever had just walked in, adjusting your bralet, as you heard Shawn tell the customer to give him a moment.

Once your outfit was back to how it looked when you first walked in the tattoo parlor, you took a deep breath and released it when you got the confidence to turn around.  And when you twirled around in your dress, Shawn was still sitting in his chair, a dopey smile on his face that was tinged with rosey cheeks.

“Well…Um…Thanks, again,” You mumbled as you walked over to where your bag was and slid it over your shoulder, “You did a fantastic job.”

“Do you get a lunch break?”

His words stopped you as you rounded his desk.  You looked down at the watch on your wrist and saw that it was only 11:30, “In a few-ish hours?  I’ll have to check with Danielle, but I usually take one around two.”

Shawn’s smile grew wider, “There’s a good coffee shop right up the street–Clandestine–We could grab a coffee and something from there?”

With a nod of your head, you bit the inside of your cheek to keep your smile at bay, “That’d be nice.”

You were about to walk toward the door, but Shawn called out a cheerful flower girl that had you spinning around.  You saw him standing behind his desk, holding up the bouquet of flowers you gifted him, grinning ear to ear, “Thanks for the flowers.”

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Waiting for two o’clock to come around was dreadful.  The store was just as slow as when the day started which caused you and Danielle to play a game of word association with different types of flowers.  

You leaned your head on the inside of your palm as you slumped against the counter from behind.  The clock read 1:35 with the coffee shop a five minute walk down from your flower shop.  It was the perfect inbetween spot from your flowers and Shawn’s tattoos.

You shut your eyes tight, hoping it would miraculously make the time go by faster, but when your eyes fluttered open, and you looked down at your watch, you were disappointed that the time only read 1:37.

With a sigh, you grabbed your bag from under the counter, and told Danielle you were off to get a coffee and meet someone for lunch.

“Oh, is it the tattoo artist?” Danielle wiggled her eyebrows with a smirk.  Your blush was enough of an answer for her, as the bell dinged overhead, and you were out the door walking down the sidewalk.

The tiredness you felt, that would dissolve with a nice latte, was insignificant compared to the butterflies you felt fluttering in your stomach.  Each step you took on the pavement caused a new butterfly to escape from its cocoon, and by the time you walked into the coffee shop at 1:42, your stomach felt like a butterfly sanctuary.

You were nearly 20 minutes early to your little meetup so you decided to order a cup of coffee while you waited.  Standing off to the side you took the time to survey the busy coffee shop.

Clandestine was another small local business on this strip, and with its minimalistic design, it was no surprise it was a hot spot.  It was a noisy day for Clandestine: chairs scratching against the dark oak floorboards, and the clicks of fast typing fingers on keyboards were mixed with people chattering.  

Your head scanned the coffee shop, looking for an empty table to save for when Shawn came, as your eyes narrowed in on a head of familiar brown curls sitting at a table.  He was seated near the espresso machine, not too far away from where you were waiting for your drink.  But he wasn’t alone.

Sitting next to him was a girl with long pin-straight black hair and her fingers were slowly inching their way toward Shawn’s hand.  Calm down, you thought to yourself, you don’t know Shawn that well and have no reason to be jealous––

“I miss you, Shawn,” even with the whistle of the barista steaming the milk and the harsh grinding sound of the espresso beans, you heard her clearly.  “I know it’s been a little less than a year since we broke up, but we were so good together.”

So she was an ex-girlfriend.  And for some reason your blood was boiling, but not at the girl, you were mad at yourself.  He seemed like such a genuine guy, someone who really cared about people the same way he had passion for his tattoo parlor.  But if he was meeting up with his ex-girlfriend before getting coffee with you…It caused some doubts to whirl around your mind.

All of the butterflies in your stomach seemed to go dormant.

Why would he want to try anything with you when he had a gorgeous woman––one that he seemed to already have a deep connection with––sitting right in front of him?

You whispered a soft thank you to the barista after they placed your coffee on the counter.  Circling your hands around the hot cup, you walked toward the door with your head down, as to not draw any suspicion your way.

The clock read 2:01 when you walked back into the flower shop.  You brushed off Danielle’s prying questions about lunch and why you were back so early.  You resumed your spot behind the counter, pulling out your binder that was an encyclopedia of flowers, hoping that reading through it would distract you from the disappointment you felt in your stomach where the butterflies used to fly.

As you were reading about all of the different flowers that started with the letter C, you realized that the chime of the bell on your door didn’t ring as cheerily.

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I wonder what it’s like to be loved by you // Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: You’ve loved him for as long as you can remember. Is this the season where he finally realises?

A/N: I LOVE BENEDICT. I love him so much. What do I have to do to get a Benedict? Title is from Shawn Mendes - Wonder. I had so much fun writing this fic, I can’t wait to write more for the Bridgerton fandom! I truly hope you all like it, let me know what you think please?

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food and drink, fluff, pining, mutual pining, dancing, balls, obliviousness, friends to lovers, she/her pronouns, a lot of history - I am a historian after all and this is the regency era.

Word count: 4.8k

Lady Danbury never spared any expense on the balls she held every season. She knew full well that many a match could be made that night so there was not only pressure from the ton, but also a responsibility that this ball must outdo all others thrown before – by herself and other matriarchs in society.

A feat she always managed to achieve, the elder thinks to herself as she watches your eyes widen upon entering the ornately decorated room. Looking you up and down, she approves of your outfit – a dark blue dress punctuated with silver jewellery, hair twisted into an updo with only a few strands hanging loose to frame your face. From her spot across the ballroom, Lady Danbury wonders how you hadn’t married yet.

As the band strikes up, Lady Danbury walks into the fray, greeting her guests with a smile. All the while, she keeps a trained eye on you, wondering who on earth had captured your heart but had not noticed.

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No matter how hard he tried, the charcoal would not wash from his fingers. Having scrubbed and scrubbed at his hands, Benedict could only offer you a smile of apology as you not only noted his lateness but the state of his hands.

“It’s very fortunate that you are a talented artist,” You comment with a teasing smile.

Benedict reaches for your hand, dropping a kiss to the back of it before answering. “I class myself as very fortunate to have a friend like you who understands how easy it is to get lost in a sketch or a painting.”

You roll your eyes, careful not to let anyone else but Benedict see your act of impropriety. He smirks, unable to help himself.

“You’re a shameful flatterer, Benedict.”

“Some might even call me a ‘rake’,” He replies, his tone teasing.

“I shall save that for when you’ve really annoyed me.”

He laughs; a loud chuckle that draws the attention of those closest to you. Most notably, Benedict’s mother, Violet Bridgerton and Lady Danbury.

Benedict clears his throat; cheeks flushed not only from the attention but from the knowledge that his mother would soon be making her way over to him. He adored his mother; was grateful for her every day, but he could happily admit he could live without the meddling in his love life. He grabs your gloved hand once more; kissing the back of it in parting before asking, “Save me a dance on your card?”

“Always,” You answer, watching his back as he stalks away. Benedict narrowly avoids being collared by his mother, an act to which you find yourself smiling at.

With thoughts of Benedict in mind, you wander around the outskirts of the ballroom, your dark blue skirts swishing pleasantly under foot. You pause only to grab a lemonade from the table, sipping happily at the cold drink.

You catch sight of the brunette that had stolen your heart dancing with Penelope Featherington and though you know there is no romance there, your heart is unable to stop the hurt that lashes through it. Schooling your face into a mask of polite delight, you force yourself to turn away from the sight of the man you had so readily given your heart to dancing with someone else.

“How long have you been in love with my brother?” A raspy voice asks from behind you.

Your lemonade splashes slightly as you turn to face your interrogator. “Eloise!” You laugh, smiling too wide to be comfortable, “Whatever do you mean?”

Eloise’s shrewd blue eyes narrow slightly as she takes in your dismissal. She waves her hand in the general direction of Benedict though you knew exactly where he was – could feel his location thrumming in your veins.

“Don’t play coy, (Y/N). It doesn’t become you. Now, how long have you been in love with Benedict?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? How long had you loved Benedict? Thinking back on it, you’re sure that you’ve always loved him. Your family had been good friends with the Bridgerton family for as long as you could remember. Your mother was always having tea with Violet and you were always thrust upon the eight siblings without much worry. Your friendship with Benedict had started in earnest when you had complimented his art skills, bringing up how you liked to draw too. From there, a close friendship was forged.

By your twentieth year on this earth, you realised that your feelings for the second Bridgerton were no longer platonic… that you craved something more. Falling for Benedict Bridgerton felt inevitable almost; that your heart was destined to be his whether he knew it or not.

Sighing heavily, you see no point in lying to the second eldest Bridgerton girl. “For as long as I can remember,” You admit, rushing to add on, “But he doesn’t know so please don’t tell him!”

Eloise’s eyes widen at your confession, not only shocked that you readily admitted your feelings for her elder brother, but for how long you have harboured them. “Is that why you have not yet married?” She demands, “Because you loved him?”

Biting your lip, you nod. “It wouldn’t be fair to my husband. Their wife in love with another man – it doesn’t exactly set stable foundations for a long, prosperous marriage and…”

“And…” Eloise prompts, her innate curiosity getting the better of her. If her mother could hear her now, she would surely receive a scolding.

You ball your hands into fists before letting them drop to your sides; letting them hang there like the constant hope you have for Benedict.

“And I still hope he’ll notice I’m here. That I have been here all along,” You voice cracks on the admission causing a pang of upset to flash through Eloise. She’d reach out to comfort you, but it would only draw attention from the many mothers circling and no doubt, Lady Whistledown.

“(Y/N)…” Eloise begins but you hold a single hand up to stop her before she starts. With a strained smile, you reassure her. “It’s fine, Eloise. I accept it with every season that passes that it is unlikely he shall ever return my feelings.”

“Then he is a fool,” Eloise states plaining, sending a glare in the direction of her beloved brother. She had no qualms admitting that Benedict was indeed her favourite sibling, but he had his moments where he vexed her beyond belief.

“Who is a fool?” A voice questions to the right of you. Benedict.

Freezing in place, you cast a helpless look at Eloise, begging her silently to take control of this situation. Eloise smiles and nods imperceptibly. She turns towards her brother, hooking her arm through yours as she declares, “The men that have not offered their hand to (Y/N) yet. They’re all fools, aren’t they dear brother.”

Benedict casts his gaze towards you; his eyes scanning your face for what, he does not know. “Fools,” He agrees quietly though he is heard perfectly over the music. “Would you care to dance?” He asks, wanting you to himself for a little while. As much as he loved his younger sister, she was a keen observer, and he wasn’t ready for her to figure out his feelings just yet. Not when he hadn’t admitted them to you.

Nodding your head, you take his outstretched hand, bidding goodbye to Eloise for now. The brunette shakes her head as the both of you walk away. Oblivious, she thinks to herself, completely oblivious.

As the music strikes up once more, it becomes obvious that the next dance is a waltz, requiring the closeness of your partner. It was only years ago that this dance had scandalised the ton for its closeness – now, it was required at every ball, many married couples savouring the intimacy.

Benedict’s hand settles on the small of your back as his other grips your hand. Your hand rests comfortably on his shoulder as he begins to lead you through the steps you have known since your youth.

Music around you fades as do the other couples. The only two people in the room are Benedict and yourself. The feel of his hand on your back and the look in his eyes; it’s enough to have you accept your fate then and there. It’s enough for you to admit that you have been ruined for any and all men; finding yourself in love with the man who holds you so tenderly and has always held you in high regard. Is this it? You ask yourself, is this what it feels like to be loved by him? To feel like the only one in the world. If it is, you’ll take it with open hands.

Your eyes do not leave his as Benedict leads you through the rises and falls of the dance. His hand remains a steady presence on your lower back; the feeling just enough to distract you from the crowd now watching you and instead, leading you to wonder what his hands would feel like elsewhere on your body.

As the music falls into another song; this one more upbeat, Benedict drops his hands, letting you free. He hadn’t wanted to; had wanted to pull you from the ballroom, to confess the feelings that have haunted him for years and to ask you to be his for better or for worse.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he bows and smiles, reaches for your hand to kiss it and then lets himself breathe as he turns and walks away.

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Dear Reader,

Though there is much to report from Lady Danbury’s ball last night – the fashion, the food, the décor – This Author wants to focus on one moment in particular.

Now, Dear Reader, whilst you may wonder the importance of such a moment, remember that it is one’s job to observe all. That is why I want to bring attention to Mr. Benedict Bridgerton who found himself extremely popular last night, dancing with many eligible women and delighting them with his talents.

However, Dear Reader, this is not the moment I want to focus on.

No. Instead, I want to bring attention to the heart most likely suffering in silence as Mr. Bridgerton continues to charm the ton.

As you all know, I am not one to beat around the proverbial bush and hide identities, but for the sake of the woman who has found herself in love with the second eldest Bridgerton for as long she can remember, I shall endeavour to keep her name a secret.

Know, however, that This Author’s sympathies lie with you.

To love another unrequitedly is a dear shame.

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The gossip sheet is scrunched to a ball in your hands. It’s all you can do to keep the tears from falling down your face. As if you didn’t know your love was unrequited; as if you didn’t know you had all but doomed yourself to being a spinster as you wait for a man who did not know you loved him.

Lady Whistledown knew your secret, and your identity. As a result, the whole ton knew your secret but whatever morals the author possesses, she had not revealed your identity.

Summoning the carriage, you ask to be taken to Bridgerton House where you can speak to Eloise in confidence and ask for her advice on what she might do. Deep down, you had to know whether Benedict had read the paper too.

It doesn’t take long for Eloise to find you in the tea room; a cup of tea in your hands but readily ignored as you chew on the inside of your cheek. Her brown hair tied up in her usual bun, her eyes hold the pity you didn’t want to see or hear as of this moment.

“I didn’t know she was listening, I swear,” Eloise promises, sitting by your side and reaching for your hand.

“I know,” You comfort, “You would never tell a soul.”

“At least she didn’t reveal your identity,” Eloise chirps, trying to find a silver lining.

“Yet she has revealed my secret to the entirety of London society,” You sigh. Removing your hand from Eloise’s, you press your palm to your forehead, feeling overwhelmingly tired and desperate for the day to be over already. “Does he know?”

Eloise chews on her bottom lip, deciding whether to answer you. “He has read it,” She admits,  but rushes to add, “He doesn’t know it’s you! He doesn’t have a clue really. He’s angrier at himself for not noticing anything was amiss.”

“I don’t know what to do,” You whisper, feeling helpless.

“For now,” Eloise states, “We do nothing.”

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Your heels sink into the soft carpet as you wander down the stairs, pausing only to check you have everything. Your mind remains elsewhere as you check your bag out of habit, the conversation with Eloise, the latest gossip sheet, your feelings for Benedict. They circle around your mind, leaving you dizzy in their wake as you try to make sense of them all, try to find your next step in and amongst the mess.

“(Y/N),” Benedict greets, hurrying down the final few stairs, pleasantly surprised, “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were visiting.”

“I came to drop in on Eloise. I wanted to thank her for last night; she was an ear when I needed someone to listen.”

“Is it anything I can help with?” He asks, voice taking on a concerned note as he reaches out for you.

You shake your head, squeezing his hand in return. “For now, everything is okay.”

Benedict clears his throat. “I’m glad to hear it, but please come to me next time. I want to help if I can.”

“I will,” You promise, your eyes now scanning over his fine clothes. “Where are you off to?”

“An art exhibition at Somerset House. They’re showing some Holbein’s from the Royal collection.”

“Holbein’s?” You ask, shocked at the name falling from Benedict’s mouth.

He nods, just as excited. It was a rare thing indeed to have Holbein’s on display; they were usually kept in whatever royal residence they found themselves in; hidden away from the public eye. Art was the very foundation of your friendship; having seen so many of his sketches as a young boy and watching them develop into surer lines and confident strokes. Benedict was an exceptionally talented artist – something he would say about yourself. Benedict was the only person to see such work; the watercolours in your sketchpad leaving him breathless as you bring life to the inanimate.

“Would you like to join me?” He asks before he can talk himself out of it. He had barely seen you all season; you had closed in yourself, as if accepting a fate that you did not want. Benedict would do what he could to ensure your happiness for a little bit longer.

“Unchaperoned?”

A faint blush rises on Benedict’s cheeks as he realises what he has asked of you. “I shall ask Eloise to accompany us,” He suggests, turning to face the direction in which you had just come, “Did she mention any plans to you?”

You shake your head to which Benedict leases a sigh of relief. “I’ll go ask her now. I’m sure she won’t mind… much.”

Laughing quietly, you wait patiently in the entryway of Bridgerton House. The house in London so often felt like a second home to you; spending so much of childhood summers here when your mother would take tea with the Bridgerton matriarch. As you grew into your teens, you would begin to visit the house with just your maid, calling on the family for social niceties. The friendship with Benedict and Eloise only solidified your standing in the close family unit.

Eloise’s voice brings you back to the present. She walks down the stairs, accompanied by her brother. Taking one look at you, waiting patiently for the both of them, Eloise gets a mischievous look in her eye. It isn’t a look that leaves you in comfort, but rather leaves you wondering just what she has planned for the art exhibition.  

“Eloise has so graciously accepted to join us,” Benedict announces, sounding rather pleased with himself.

Eloise smiles: a smile that sets Benedict’s nerves on edge. He would owe her for this, that much he knew. “I would be more than happy to accompany you, brother.”

Benedict resists the urge to groan; he’s in deep shit for this.

“Thank you, Eloise,” You murmur with a smile. Something in Eloise softens at your tone as if she would be unable to deny you this time with Benedict when it was their mother’s mission to see him married off this very season.

“Of course,” Eloise allows, glancing between you and Benedict – noting the longing in both sets of eyes. She shakes her head, gesturing to the door and where the carriages waits just beyond it. “Shall we?”

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“He wasn’t a handsome monarch, was he?” Eloise murmurs quietly, staring up at the grand portrait of the fearsome king who preferred executing his wives rather than loving them.

The walls of Somerset House have become dedicated to the eyes of the past. Past monarchs and relatives decorate the walls; their eyes following each attendant, as if curious to see how society is progressing less than three hundred years after the death of the artist.

Benedict chuckles; the very sound raising goosebumps across your skin. You barely repress the shiver the sound elicits. Trying your best to listen as the siblings argue about the reign of this particular monarch – the pros and the cons to what he did for the very country he ruled over for decades.

“Oh!” Eloise gasps, interrupting the argument and loosening her grip on your arm, she waves frantically at Penelope Featherington. “Would you mind terribly if I go say hello?”

“Not at all,” You laugh.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay with Benedict?”

The man in question scoffs, rolling his eyes at his little sister. “Off with you,” He dismisses, “I’ll escort (Y/N) – someone who actually appreciates the art.”

Eloise laughs as she turns away, but you do not miss the wink she sends in your direction. It hits you all at once; her mischievous look before you all left the house. She had concocted this plan in her head; accepting to accompany you as a rouse to get you and Benedict alone.

You didn’t know whether to appreciate her genius or hide her favourite book.

Jumping at the sound of someone clearing their throat, you focus your attention on Benedict. He watches you with an amused look, and it’s then that you realise that he has stood beside you waiting with his arm out for a minute or so whilst you glared after his younger sister. Taking his arm, you rid yourself of any thoughts of violence against Eloise. Instead, focusing on the man beside you.

“How are you?” You ask, hand resting gently on Benedict’s forearm.

“Do you mean in general or after today’s publication?”

“Both, I suppose.”

“In general, I am quite well. I have a wonderful lady on my arm, and I am in the presence of excellent art work. However, after today’s publication, I must admit I am rather angry.”

“Oh?” You sound, trying hard not to let his words affect you so much but they rattle around your mind on repeat, committing themselves where they will last for an eternity.

“I’ve never been the focus of the gossip paper and now after one ball, I am. I don’t think I like the attention.”

“I don’t believe that for one second, Benedict Bridgerton.”

He pauses, smiling widely down at you. His eyes light up with the smile and your heart begins to pound at the sight of it. “Alright, I do like the attention,” He concedes, “But what I don’t like are the looks I’m getting from all mothers.”

“Why?”

“They all look like I’m about to break their daughter’s heart.”

“I’m sure you’re just imagining things,” You reassure, tightening your grip on his arm.

“I don’t think I am,” He states, nodding politely at Lady Whitelaw who in turn glares at the younger man. He turns his gaze to you as if to say, see?

You turn your face away from him, trying your best to hide the smile and laugh that threatens to break free. “You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?” Benedict guesses, a smile in his own voice.

“I’m not,” You promise, schooling your face into a mask of indifference, focusing on the closest sketch to you. A graphite sketch of Anne Boleyn; marking her beauty only years before her death.

“You are,” Benedict argues, standing beside you, admiring the same sketch. Throwing him a knowing smile, you turn your attentions to rest of the exhibition, unable to hide your awe at just what is being shown to the public.

The art is incredible; your watercolours barely compare to what is being shown in Somerset House. He would disagree in a heartbeat, but Benedict could come close to producing something of this calibre. He had shown his portraits of his mother and brothers; Anthony making the perfect candidate for a painting.

You come to a natural stop in front of a portrait of a young women. A young queen, in fact. This particular queen had never got to reign in the manner that she was capable, dying after giving birth the king’s heir. His one true love, the king had called her after he death.

“She’s beautiful,” You whisper, admiring not only the artistry but also the focus on the painting.

Benedict watches you admiring the portrait painted so carefully by Holbein. Though the portrait is indeed beautiful, Benedict finds himself agreeing that they do not hold a candle to you. As he watches you lift a single hand, trying to dampen the urge to run your fingers over the brush strokes, he thinks to himself that there would be no artist on this earth that would be so talented to capture your beauty.

His breath comes faster; his heart rate increases. He recognises the symptoms; he’s only experienced such signs before. He had been eighteen then; barely a man but man enough to accept that he had fallen in love with his best friend. Years later, here he was, experiencing such feelings once more. Once more, he wonders what it would be like to be loved by you. He cannot help but hope that the mystery woman in the society papers is you.

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Dear Reader,

It seems that Mr. Benedict Bridgerton reads my paper!

He was overheard at the Somerset House Holbein exhibition, complaining to Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) about my last column in which I criticised his treatment of the lady in love with him.

All I have to say on the matter is this:

Mr. Bridgerton, for every complaint you offer, you break her heart further. Stop now before you do irreparable damage.

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“What does she mean ‘break her heart further’? I’ve been trying to figure out who it is so I can put a stop to it!”

“It doesn’t matter whether you know who it is, Benedict,” You argue, placing your teacup on the table, “But rather the fact that you unknowingly hurt whoever it is that is in love with you.”

“Do my feelings not matter?” He demands, throwing the damned paper onto the table. Benedict runs a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration. “I’m sorry,” He apologises, “I should not have taken that tone with you. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“You’re forgiven,” You laugh, “I’ve heard you say a lot worse.”

He smiles though it doesn’t reach his eyes. Leaning forward on your chair, you wring your hands together, working up the nerve. “What feelings haven’t they taken into account?”

“Lady Whistledown,” He spits the name with derision, “Hasn’t taken into account that I may not have noticed someone in love with me because I am in love with someone myself.”

It’s as if the chair is pulled out from under you; your stomach dips and flips as the world crashes around you and Benedict is none the wiser. He’s none the wiser to the palpable shift that has taken place. Instead, he’s sat down across from, looking utterly defeated.

“Does she know?” You ask after a moment of silence, using the time to pull yourself back together, to compile it all and put it away for later.

Benedict shakes his head; eyes sad as he watches you. “Why haven’t you told her?” You ask, unable to stop the questions now they’re on the tip of your tongue.

“I suppose for the same reason she hasn’t told me. Fear maybe?”

“Fear of what? I’ve never known you to be afraid of anything.”

“Fear of rejection. Fear of humiliation. Fear of ruining a friendship,” He lists off, counting the reasons on his fingers, holding them up for you to see.

“Have you thought about telling her?”

“All the time,” He answers honestly, and you wonder whether the crack your heart makes was audible to the whole of the ton.

“Do you plan on telling them?”

“Eventually.”

You take a deep breath, staring at the teacup instead of him, readying yourself to offer up your broken heart. To confess that the two most recent society papers have been about you; have shown your heart to the whole of London.

“It’s me,” You confess quietly, voice no louder than a whisper but he hears you all the same.

Benedict’s head whips towards you. Had this been another situation, it would have been funny, but the look on his face… “What?” He whispers, shocked.

“It’s me,” You announce; louder this time, ready to lay your heart out on the floor for him to break entirely. “It’s me, Benedict. Lady Whistledown must have overheard Eloise and myself talking at Lady Danbury’s ball the other night. She had caught me watching you dance and asked me outright. I couldn’t deny it. I’ve been in love with you for years, Benedict. For as long as I can remember.”

“For as long as you can remember?”

You nod, wringing your hands together once more. “I didn’t realise until I turned twenty, just what my feelings meant. I think I’ve always been in love with you, Benedict.”

Benedict remains silent; eyes wide, hands slack as they rest on his thighs. He looks like he doesn't believe the very words leaving your mouth; as if he is unworthy of the love you offer him so willingly. 

“Say something, please,” You plead, “I know it isn’t proper for the woman to announce her feelings for the man, but I couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. Not when it is the focus for Lady Whistledown to sell more copies of her paper.”

“I didn’t know,” He whispers after a prolonged silence.

“You weren’t to know. You don’t have to feel the same, Benedict.”

“I do as it happens.”

“What?”

“I do feel the same,” Benedict clarifies, standing from his chair, “I’ve loved you since I was eighteen.”

You sniffle slightly; emotional from hearing the words you have longed to hear for years. The words that have haunted your dreams; had you rushing from sleep, so you didn’t let yourself believe an alternate reality.

“You do?”

Benedict nods, “I do. I love you very much.”

“I love you too,” You reply, standing from your chair, reaching for him – not wanting anymore space between the two of you.

He dips his head, pausing mere millimetres away from your lips. The question burns in his eyes; desperate to know whether he can kiss you after so long waiting. Your nod is barely imperceptible but it’s nod, nonetheless.

Slowly, almost wanting to savour every moment, Benedict presses his lips to yours. Reaching up, you haul him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him pressed against you after having waited so long, after having dreamed of this moment for too long.

He tastes like tea and his hands bring to life the butterflies in your stomach as they wander the path of your back, settling on your lower back, dipping you slightly. Benedict groans softly at the feel of you lined up against him. If he had known heaven was this close, he would not have waited this long.

Benedict breaks the kiss; not out of need of air, but to stop himself from taking this too far when you feel like heaven pressed against him. You smile widely, kissing his jaw lovingly before starting to laugh lightly. Benedict’s hands on your waist tighten possessively as he joins you in laughter.

Briefly, he wonders whether this is what it feels like to be loved by you.

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[mendesblurb]

Imagine Shawn having a secret diary and reader who happens to be his best friend found out and turns out all the writings are for her.

I want you like that

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff & SMUT, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: Anon, I honestly have no idea how I did for your request. Anyway, happy reading! Feedback and comments will always be appreciated :)

Even Shawn would gladly admit that he probably shouldn’t have left it sitting in the living room.

Shawn couldn’t even be that mad about it because, again, he did leave it in a vulnerable area. That still didn’t stop him from getting red in the face and almost melting into a puddle on the spot.

“Y/N…”

Before he can grab the notebook back, you dance out of reach until the kitchen island separates you, eyes blazing across the page as you skim his paragraphs. He edges around the counter toward you, and you only proceed to retreat slowly, turning your gaze back to his words, "Wait, these scribbles are nice. When did you write them?"

Shawn sighed in defeat. Not willing to answer, his hands reached again for the notebook but you just hugged them closer to your chest.

"I'm asking you a question, Shawn. It’ll be rude to not answer.”

"I’m Sorry, I just don't wanna answer. Just give back my notebook.."

You flip open the notebook again and manage to make out a rough sketch of a lip, pair of eyes and a girl. You continue to flip through other pages, circling the island to avoid his outstretched hand. Your eyes continue to land on a few more of his scribbles.

"But seriously, I liked them. All the lyrics and sketches, huh? Who were they for?"

"No one in mind,” Shawn shrugged, which you can clearly see that he is lying, “I was just bored.”

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me who this wonderful girl is."

”You know it could be for anyone."

"I don’t believe you. C'mon Shawnie, tell me. I promise I won't tease. I swear.”

Your relationship with Shawn was a little complicated. You weren’t dating, but you were best friends and both definitely had romantic tension that nobody could deny. You had even shared a meaningful kiss in a passionate moment. You were most definitely crazy about each other, but just too blind to see it. His diary, on the other hand, contained every thought and deep hidden feelings that he correlated to you. Which is why he was so distraught when you read through it.

But the moment has come. This is it. He must take the plunge of bravery, it might tease his pride a bit and his heart ached at the possibility of losing his best friend. But here goes nothing, “Read the last paragraph on the last page.”

“You know you could have just said a- -.” Oh. it’s for you, you stood there re-reading that last paragraph, fingers tracing the dried ink, “n-name.” You gulped.

At the end of the day…after every song, at every show and at every crowd. My eyes would still wonder, searching and hoping for her. Y/N Y/L/N, my inspiration, my muse, and truly the one girl I still and forever will love.

Your eyes slowly and hesitantly look up, only to be met by Shawn’s gaze. You stare at each other, a heavy, heated silence hovering between you, and you know instinctively that a single move will change everything.

You proceed to set the notebook on the counter and saunter over, watching Shawn’s eyes dip to drink in your frame. As you stop just in front of him, you lower your voice to a sultry whisper, “You know, actions speak louder than any words ever could.”

His eyes instantly darken with want, and his hand finds the back of your waist, pulling you even closer until you’re chest to chest, you could feel the warmth of his body. His lips graze yours as he whispers, “Oh yeah?” His nose was already touching yours as he looked for any sign of your approval.

Your lips curve up to a smile as you utter your reply, “Yeah.” He chuckled upon hearing your words and with just the slightest tilt, his soft lips met with yours as you moved your hands up and around his neck, “Am I getting there?”

His arms were quick to wrap themselves around your lower back and heaved you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you in his arms, depositing you on the counter, and attacking your jaw and the edge of your neckline with his lips.

“You’re getting there.” Groaning in pleasure, you arch and writhe in his arms as his hot wet mouth continues to trail along the sensitive skin of your throat, “Good.” He whispers back.

His lips meet yours again. Hands fumbling desperately at your clothes, tugging at them as if they’re suffocating you or him or both. Your hands are equally urgent, pulling at the fabric of his shirt, fingers fumbling the buttons.

As soon as your clothes and his shirt are cast aside, he’s on you again. Kissing your lips, “Guide me.” He says. “Teach me.” Another kiss on your cheek and your throat, “Teach me how to love you.” He finallys as he leave one finall kiss at the curve of your chest.

“Gladly.” You mumble in the kiss, guiding one of his hands down beneath the hem of your underwear. You feel your hips bucking as he moves his finger in a circle over your sensitive nub. “Ugh, Shawn,” You moan. He removes your underwear to the side and fingers instantly find your already dripping core.

His fingers move in smooth, tight circles over your nub. Your eyes flutter closed, yearning for him to come closer with every swift touch. You felt his face brushing against your forehead as he nibbled your ear, your arms wrapped over his back. Your nails dug into him as he pleasured you. He pulled away, leaving you feeling empty.

He went on to unbutton his pants and slid them down. You feel a feral desire growing inside you, seeing his exposed sight in front of you. So you lean forward to peel his boxers roughly over his form, exposing him completely to your gaze, “Damn, Mendes.”

Shawn just chuckles, hearing those words come out of you. But, it quickly becomes a groan as you are unable to control yourself any longer and you wrap your hand around him, clasping him gently.

“Ohhh Y/N.” He closes his eyes and hisses in pleasure as you stroke his entire length, savouring the heat of him in your hand. Biting your lip, you add your other hand, working him and building his need with every touch, every caress. Shawn continues to groan and growls from the sensation, “Oh god…Y/N..if you keep going, I think I’m going to…”

“Would that be so bad?”

“No but, I want to taste you too.” He runs his hands up your bare thighs, and you shiver slightly from the contact. He kneels between your legs, eyes intent on your most intimate area. His lips lean forward, and you gasp, your hands reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, body leaning back on the counter, fully surrendering yourself to his mouth that works expertly against your body.

“Shawn…you’re so good…oh!” You feel yourself beginning to crest, the sensations intense and wonderful.. but you don’t want to peak without him. “Shawn, slow down. I’m going to…I want to feel all of you in me when..”

“Would that be so bad?” He came back up, hovering over your figure as you grabbed a hold of his waist. He was towering over you, his breathing low as he focused on you. “No, but I want you inside me.” You whispered, looking up into his gaze.

“Say no more, Baby.”

He pulled you into him and kissed you gently then he’s on you, in you, between your thighs, and you can only groan and arch against him, welcoming the wonderful raw sensation of pleasure, the feeling of his body slowly moving against yours.

“Ooh, Shawn…”

“Y/N… you feel so good..” he doesn’t stop, doesn't hesitate and doesn't even pause. His hips moving in a slow and steady rhythm as he gazes intently into your eyes. Moaning in pleasure, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, fingers scratching his skin again in excitement as he moves deeper, “S-Shawn don’t stop.”

“Never..” he moves faster again, and you can only cry out, lifting your hips against him. Squeezing him tighter with your thighs, helping him even move faster and faster. Everything seems to be blurry and time stops ticking as the only thing you could do was grip on the counter, holding on for dear life as his rhythm got faster and deeper in you, “oh god.. can’t hold on much longer..”

“Let go Y/N, I’m here for you.”

Fingernails clenching around the countertop for purchase as you scream in pleasure, “Shawn…I’m..I’m… oohhhh!” You continue to scream as you finally hit your peak, the ache cresting and crashing in your body as you explode in sensation.

The arching of your body, the snap of your hips and his hips, brought Shawn to his peak too as he roars and thrusts one more time, “Y/N!”

It feels as if fireworks consume you both, bodies bucking and writhing with each other while both mind white out. Until at last, he picked you up and laid down on the couch, pulling you onto his chest. Pulling a blanket over both your bodies before holding you, both of your chests going up and down rapidly. He kissed your forehead and you could feel his fingers running through your hair.

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

He looks down at you, smiling widely. He kissed your forehead and stared at you before uttering his reply, “Of course. I had doubts but I knew I had to tell you eventually how I feel.”

Then there was another moment or two of silence as your fingers traced patterns through his chest, both of you simply enjoying each other’s company and still a little stunned about the events that lead to this very moment. You’re about to doze off when, unexpectedly, he sighs,”Shawn are you alright?”

“Oh, more than alright. That was..incredible, I just feel like I dreamt and played out a bunch of scenarios in my head about how today would unfold. But the reality of tonight is so much better than any of my fantasies.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about how tonight played out.” You replied, pressing your palm flat against his bare chest, leaning in closer to his face, nose touching and lips only a couple of inches from each other, “Me too.” Shawn says as he brushed his lips against yours softly, and his hand snaked its way around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɢᴜʏꜱ... ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ, ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ, ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴄʜᴀᴛꜱ ᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ... ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ... ❤️

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[lesbewriting]

because i had you

[cc!Quackity x Fem!Reader] [chpt.3]

SUMMARY: In which Quackity is left reminiscing about his past relationship with his ex-girlfriend after their breakup.

WARNINGS: mainly angst, um crying and mentions of moving on? there's like no fluff here sorry guys

A-N: Bit of a shorter chapter, but that's because I didn't know what else to write for it. Enjoy though :)

[masterlist]

[series masterlist]

QUACKITY PULLED HIMSELF through the sliding door of the grocery store. His eyes scanned the surrounding area as he searched for the food items he needed. He just wanted to hurry up and get this shopping done and go home already. Every little thing still reminds him of the wonderful girl he had lost.

His hands clutched at the basket he held tightly, staring sadly at the display of apples in front of him. Apples were always your favourite, he had remembered from all the times he would see you eating the juicy fruit.

He shook his head, forcing himself to grab a couple and put them into his basket. His feet slowly moved on, attempting to distract himself from everything. But it was incredibly difficult when for some reason anything he saw in that stupid grocery store, he would somehow manage to link it back to you.

Your favourite foods, drinks, snacks. Everytime he walked past the aisles they belonged in, it made him want to scream. His eyes fought to hold back tears as he shakily grabbed a can of whatever food he needed and put it into his basket again.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should have waited a few more days to go shopping again. He did just breakup up with his longtime girlfriend, and he didn't think he was in the right state of mind at that moment.

"What do you want for the future?" You asked, from where you sat huddled into his side on the living room couch. Quackity's fingers gently drawing small circles onto your arms as the two figures attempted to just take in the moment between them.

He liked this, he liked the spent time together where they both could just hang and intertwine themselves as they talked about whatever meaningless topics they could have thought of. No distractions like streaming, work or anything else that was stressful. It was just them. The two of them so utterly in love.

"I don't know, any future is fine. As long as you're in it." He finally said, after taking a moment to think it through. He knew what he was saying was true, as cliche as it may be. He did see himself at your side every single day. He did see himself stood across from you at the end of the aisle, professing your vows to each other.

"That was kinda cheesy, but I do agree." Y/n allowed a small chuckle to slip past her lips, adjusting the position you were in for a moment. "I'm not sure what I'd do if I didn't have you in my life, Alex"

Nevermind, he definitely couldn't do this today. He carefully placed whatever object he'd just picked up back down. He dropped the almost full basket onto the ground where he stood. He needed to get out of there already, so he hurriedly turned on his heel and turned out of the store.

He was sure, there was a ton of eyes drawing onto his retreating figure as he exited. But he didn't care at that moment. He felt like it was too overwhelming inside that store, he couldn't focus properly on the groceries he need to buy, when all he could think of was Y/n.

His feet carried themself back to his car. He opened the car door, and got back in. He refused to let the tears fall again, as he buckled his seatbelt and prepared to drive out of the parking lot and back home. He wanted to head home, before he fully broke down then.

Why did he have to allow himself to do what he did to the girl he loved the most? When it's everything he's regretted since. I guess it's the consequences he's supposed to face for his own shitty actions.

You were literally everything he ever wanted in a romantic partner. Atleast that's he always thought, until he completely fucked it up that day.

Of course, even his car radio had it out for him. He thought as the sudden lyrics of "-thought I knew just what I wanted" could suddenly be heard playing through the car speakers.

#spotify #x reader #angst #imagines #because i had you #quackity x reader #mcyt #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader #mcyt x reader #fanfiction #series

[vicea]

dream merch discord recap (june 12, 2021) - disclaimer: i may have missed some things or mistakenly heard other things, apologies in advanced for that!

he has not played the new minecraft update

dream “knows” the date george is coming to florida but he’s not saying it :p

dream doesn’t have anyone muted on twitter

dream guesses his favorite disney princess is belle

sapnap has seen dream’s feet before

he’s not actually connor’s dad in the dsmp lore

dreamnap do not have nicknames for each other D:

dream likes olives but especially black olives

his mother makes homemade pickles

he doesn’t have a phone case

he has dropped his phone from his ear onto concrete in the parking lot before and the screen didn’t crack

dream has six fingers /j

he pours cereal first not milk when making cereal

dream calls sapnap nick most of the time :D

what’s your dream car? “idk the one that gets me to point A to point B consistently”

he finally fixed his sleep schedule, woke up at 8 am today

mrbeast owes dream a tesla because he never sent dream the audio file

dream is a very analytical person - he thinks with numbers/data

creativity is one his strengths that he is the most proud of

3 to 4 years ago, dream used to say george looks like shawn mendes a lot, now he doesn’t resemble him as much

patches is currently sleeping <3

swimming is very relaxing to dream, he swam the other day!

many houses in florida have pools than other places, even the cheapest houses in orlando have pools

dream has merchendise defects (misprints on merch) + milestone merch and he wants to give them away to those who live in orlando (probably to anyone but the event will be held in orlando) though he doesn’t want it to be a covid super-spreader thing so once you pick up your item you gotta dip. just all an idea though

he has been donating them to charity too though :)

dream has likely read Heroes of Olympus before a long time ago

he says that he’ll do a give away of his childhood books with his signature on it

he was obsessed with the series (Percy Jackson) 

he really liked the Alex Rider series

has all of Maximum Ride books, 39 clues books

has read the legend series, the twilight series, and the maze runner

has all/read of the harry potter books, divergent, eragon

he would read all the time, to the point he would read more than one book a day (a book worm he says)

dream had a goal to read 200 books in a year and he wind up reading about 150

he doesn’t want to call it a library but- growing up he had something like that that had 600 or 700 or more books in it (privileged he admits it)

he has not read a book since he started youtube (about 2 years)

dream has a folder called Book that has his own writing in it

word count: 76000 words for one of his stories 

another one he wrote 5 chapters of

he sounds very excited/embarrassed talking about the stories he wrote he’s so endearing

the very first paragraph of one of his stories (he was young when he wrote this) “What exactly is darkness? is it the lack of light? is it a pit of nothingness? ... your mind is full of darkness...” then he couldn’t continue.

the story is about a kid who wakes up in a cell and has no idea where he is with other people who are in the same situation

dream has a world building document

he has a sequel to the first book he has ever written

he found a query letter that he wrote because he wanted to get his book published- he finds it very funny

he’s calling himself a nerd but idk it’s kind of endearing

“as you can tell i’ve always been incredibly cool and not a nerd at all! ever.”

he cringes at his own old videos

dream took a lot of inspiration from witches and wizards by james patterson for writing

the story is written in a way where the main character is actually writing the story so you’re getting input from the main character during it. there’s a lot of sarcasm in it and it’s making dream laugh

very first person narrator

he feels like it’d be very cool if he were to publish his works he wrote when he was 16 on amazon or something but he probably never would because he’d have to read through all of it and it’s just embarrassing for him

dream used to video call sapnap fairly frequently- even before youtube

he strictly remembers, a very long time (at least 7 to 9 years) ago he was at his old childhood house he video called sapnap. he was wearing a (technically) suit and he remembers specifically that he was giving sap a tour... 

“snazzy in a suit”

he had no reason to put on the suit (wow time is a flat circle huh)

drista is pretty close to sapnap’s height, she’s like 5′7″ but sap is still taller than her

dream filmed the whole thing when he and sapnap met but... it’s... gone because when he was clipping that one clip for twitter... it edited the whole video

he’s sure when they meet up with george they will film that too :D

DREAM IS PRETTY SURE THAT HE AND GEORGE WILL MEET THIS YEAR-- HE SAYS A 95% CERTAINTITY the five percent is like either restrictions or visa issues

dream does not play any instruments but he had a guitar hanging on his wall when he was younger...

dream is convinced they’re the same height but also sapnap is probably taller??

they had george compare his height to a door frame and dreamnap were googling for any doorframes to find any possible chance that george is taller than 5′8″ ... nothing came up

there’s a chance they’re both lying about being 5′8″

sap and george will literally just show up in stilts to prove they’re taller than each other /j

dream without shoes is between 6′2″ and 6′3″ with shoes he’s 6′3.5″

dream is talking about awesamdude’s fake height arc again LOL

dreamnap are very private people so they don’t bother each other but george doesn’t care and would just barge into their rooms and start bothering them- they were all joking about that over a voice call

he will visit europe

he thinks that greece would be a cool place to visit because sapnap’s family is from there :) so it’ll be like a nice “treat” to go back with sap :D

dream isn’t entirely sure that the dream team meet up will happen this year but he’s working out the details because he wants to make sure it’s safe

he’s talking to youtube about his face reveal

it’s up to george if he wants to eat healthy when they finally move in

dream just has a lot of meat and vegetables in his house

spinach with chicken is good

not much fruit (only apples and tomatoes)

“DRISTA IS 5″ is trending on twitter LOL (her height got cut off)

dream doesn’t want people flying to different places because he doesn’t want to encourage travel so he wants to do all of the meet ups with a two day heads up at most

he thinks that it’s awesome that ranboo and tubbo are meeting soon !! :D

it’s very cool to dream to see how far everyone’s has come since the beginning of the dsmp. everyone has done so much

dream finalized his youtube plan a couple weeks before he uploaded his video and he was talking to drista about how he was gonna be a big youtuber in a parking lot :”)

she was the first person he really ever talked to about it

dream would love to teach george how to drive it’d be really funny :D (a very good video or a livestream idea) 

dream knows how to ride a bike, he used to have to bike to school

he can’t explain dnf.gay he has no clue he is not responsible. sapnap was the one who found it LOL. he is adamantly exclaiming that it was not him

dream doesn’t worry about views/likes/dislikes a lot- mainly views but that’s for the new uploads

he hasn’t uploaded in like a month and a half (*cries*)

he wants to stream at some point but he doesn’t know when 

he wants to play geoguessr but not now... he doesn’t want to alt stream rn- maybe tomorrow!

he is insisting that the splash text on his minecraft home screen is by callahan

he asked callahan to send him bunch of text files that are dream team related so that the splash can rotate through it but callahan thought it was funny (it is) to put only dreamnotfound <3 so it doesn’t ever change at all and dream doesn’t even know how to change and he has asked callahan to change it but he said no (even though dream pays him LMAO)

the video referenced in the padilla’s video is still in the works, it might be handed over to sapnap though !

he has no idea if he will be in MCC pride yet

padilla got dream’s input for the video, dream found him to be a very nice guy ! :) it’s the first interview that dream did that wasn’t by a person with a negative opinion of dream

dream felt relaxed doing the interview with padilla 

?????? he’s blaming callahan for his “dnfisreal” nickname in bedwars 

he’s blaming callahan for a lot of dnf-related stuff

callahan runs the dream fanart account thus the liking of dnf content

he’s so insistent that it was callahan

dream admits that he was lying about the twitter and other stuff but for sure callahan did code the splash text in LOL

dream liking that tweet “the chances of george doing a hot tub stream is the same of dnf dating” was “funny” he wasnt trying to do any commentary...

the inside joke of “oh it’s all just a joke to you” originates from george and sapnap actually always fighting (like them yelling and shouting at each other) and george said something really mean and sapnap was hurt then geroge said “it was just a joke” and sapnap replied with that line and ever since then it’s been a meme LOL

he says that everyone does the hand-on-the-passenger-seat-while-reversing thing

dream is offline raiding with his chat with 6k people

dream appreciates us and will talk to us soon! 

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[wordsandshawn]

Drunk on a Sunset | 4 #ShawnMendesWritingCircle

ANNNDDDD WE’RE BACK! Huge shoutout as always to @saysweartogod-og​ for organizing this. I really enjoyed writing this next part of this amazing story created originally by @mendesficsxbombay​. I hope you all enjoy this part. I’m so excited to read the next parts of all the stories I’ve fallen in love with. 

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 

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word count: 1.5k 

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Shawn was given a choice and he clearly didn’t choose you. Between leaving that morning when he thought you were still sleeping after you spent the night together following your birthday party to cozying up to Alessia shortly after, Shawn clearly is not interested in you. He basically acted like the night you spent together meant nothing and didn’t even happen. Every part of you knows all the reasons why you should just get over it, keep pretending to be busier than you are and create space in order to keep things professional, but that doesn’t change the fact that it hurts. Your heart aches, and you feel all alone, like there is no one to turn to. 

The one person who you felt comfortable enough to talk to about all of this was Alessia, but after seeing her with Shawn, you don’t feel safe enough to talk to her either. You have never felt more alone on tour than you have since seeing Shawn and Alessia talking, practically leaning into each other. Instead of letting yourself feel all the feelings of wanting someone you cannot have, you throw yourself into your work, keeping busier than you need to be and working yourself harder than necessary, all so you can avoid the uncomfortable experience of real emotions.

Shawn wanted to run after you, when you saw him sitting with Alessia. He wanted to explain he was just trying to get some advice because he didn’t know how to bring up that night, because he didn’t know how to tell you that you’re the only one he’s thinking of and you somehow make him feel so insecure because he sees you and how effortlessly wonderful you are. He sees your genuine kindness, your attention to detail, and your ability to connect with people, and he can’t help but feel like you’re too good for this world. You’re too good for him. He doesn’t know how to tell you that you’re the only person he wants, and it’s been like that for a long time.

He tried following you, but you disappeared into the women’s restroom without even glancing back to see him chasing after you, and then Cez materialized, seemingly out of nowhere to tell Shawn that he needed to get backstage immediately if he didn’t want to be mauled by fans entering the arena. So, Shawn numbly changes directions and disappears backstage and into his dressing room leaving you alone in the bathroom thinking he never even attempted to follow you.

The next time Shawn sees you, the only way he can think to describe your behavior is cold. You only tell him the information you needed to, not even bothering with any pleasantries or lighthearted conversation, and then you’re gone before he can even attempt to start a conversation. He’s left alone because you’re gone so quickly, and for the second time, he wants to chase after you, but he doesn’t.

Maybe you don’t feel the same way about him, but Shawn is so tired of analyzing your every move, word, breath, and trying to make sense of it all. He’s tired of wondering what you’re thinking and if you think about him at all. He’s tired of the way that even when you’re acting cold to him, practically ignoring him, he can’t help but feel drawn to you, pulled in by your presence.

Shawn finally made a decision. He is going to tell you how he feels about you. He’s going to talk about that night, to ask if you remember it at all and mostly to tell you how stupid he was for leaving before you even woke up. He has already gone over the potential conversation in his mind a hundred times. He’ll tell you that he regretted it, that not a moment has gone by since that he hasn’t regretted it and wondered what might have happened if he had stayed instead. He thinks about what it could have been like to watch you wake up. Sleepy snuggles, getting coffee and having breakfast. He thinks about the possibilities, the what if’s.

Shawn’s tired of the ache in his chest, of watching the girl he loves go on like he doesn’t exist, and if you don’t feel the same way, then he’ll learn to live with it, but he’ll have to hear the words from your mouth so that he can finally move on and know how you feel. He needs to know for sure.

Shawn made this resolve in his bed on the bus at one am, three days after you saw him talking to Alessia. When he emerges from his slumber, or more like hibernation at ten am the next day, he hasn’t changed his mind. He’s just waiting for the right moment, a time to get you alone and not take no for an answer when he asks if you have time to talk. Five minutes, that’s all he’s going to ask for. Just five minutes to pour his heart out to the girl who already owns his soul without even knowing. Five minutes to put it all out there for you to potentially crush him. The thought of rejection hurts, but the thought of going on like this hurts even worse.

If you were anyone else, he wouldn’t even put himself in this situation. Truthfully, he hasn’t found himself in this situation before. He’s so used to being the person on the receiving end of declarations of love. He’s used to sneaking out of a hotel room in the early hours of the morning before they wake up. He’s not used to regretting it.

Shawn goes about his morning, all the while keeping an eye out for you, the anticipation building. He’s waiting to get a glimpse of you running by or waiting to see a text from you letting him know some piece of information he’ll probably forget shortly after only to have you remind him again, but the text doesn’t come, and he doesn’t see you. It’s nearing showtime. He’s already done the soundcheck, and he thinks, probably for the fiftieth time today, where are you?

He finally asks Andrew about you.

“She left.” Andrew responds, getting ready to walk away as though that was answer enough, but it’s not. Not even close. Shawn’s mind is spinning at those two words. What does he mean? How could you have left? How did he not know about it? Why?

“What do you mean? Where did she go? Why?” Shawn sputters questions out. Was it something he did? Are you mad at him? Did you quit?

Andrew doesn’t seem to be experiencing any of the same panicked emotions Shawn is. He doesn’t seem to feel the urgency of the situation. He’s busy sending a text or reading an email or something on his goddamn phone and he’s not paying attention to Shawn. Shawn wants to take Andrew by the shoulders and shake him to get his attention, to get answers to the pressing questions.

Cez appears at that moment, interrupting Shawn’s attempt at interrogation, not that Andrew even really noticed. “Shawn you’re supposed to be in your dressing room. The band’s getting ready to go onstage and they’re looking for you.”

“Wait--” Shawn tries, but Cez’s urgency rivals Shawn’s.

Dave pops his head out of the dressing room, saying, “Shawn we wanted to talk to you about Mutual before we get onstage.”

Shawn knows he has a job to do, so as much as he wants to grill Andrew to get information, as much as he’s wondering how you could leave without even saying goodbye, how you could leave without him knowing, he pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind and forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Working with his band and finding a way to gather enough energy to step onstage soon.

While walking to the stage less than an hour later, he asks Cez about you, about why you left and where you went and why it was so sudden, but Cez says he has no idea. He didn’t even know you left. Andrew seems to be the only one who knows, and Shawn doesn’t see Andrew before he steps onstage, plastering a smile on his face and praying the energy from the crowd is enough to get him through.

The entire time Shawn stands on that stage, he feels like he’s faking it, just going through the motions because even as he sings the lyrics he knows so well, his mind is only with you. Given the chance, he’d run offstage to badger Andrew for information and then catch a flight to wherever you went. He needs to talk to you, but he doesn’t know where you are. Just like after you ran off after seeing him with Alessia, and just like earlier tonight when he was called into his dressing room, he makes the logical decision and puts his career first, remaining onstage, but regretting it the entire time.

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Sapphire Moonlight

Character: Akutagawa x reader

Warnings: Might be some spelling/grammar errors

Notes: I am once again in the mood to write. I realize that I am writing for Aku more often now but that's because my blog kinda lacks content for him and I am finding myself simping for him more and more...anyway hope you enjoy and I highly recommend listening to Senorita by Camila Cabello & Shawn Mendes whilst reading this!

You felt warm against him, a complete contrast to the icy breeze which belonged to midnight. He felt the light weight of your head resting on his shoulder as you both sat on the edge of a random rooftop of one of Yokohama's buildings.

It was comforting. With a soft sigh, Akutagawa rested his head upon yours and he reached to hold your hand in his. Ice! You were startled when he grabbed both your hands into his and started rubbing them with his own, with the seldom gust of hot air he blew from his mouth into the well created by your hands.

His eyes glided up to meet yours, "You really should wear gloves when it's this cold." he says. You let out a little laugh, "Why do that when I have you to keep me warm!"

The most I can say is that he was not amused and rolled his eyes whilst continuing to warm up your hands which felt like ice cubes at this point. But you both knew who the real ice cube was in this relationship.

Only by your warmth could he melt.

You got up which surprised him. Hands in your pockets, you decided to stare up at the sky. Whether you were admiring the glittering orbs in the sky or deep in thought he didn't know. So he decided to find out.

He took a few long strides towards you and came to a halt right in front of your form. Directing your attention from whatever had it before to his stern, iron gaze you tilted your head to the side which made you look innocent unintentionally.

Those bubbly eyes and innocent expression never failed to make his stoic self fall apart. A light blush crept across the apples of his pale cheeks. Damn he wished he didn't melt every time when with you.

He felt himself being enveloped by a hug from you. He looked down and saw you smiling playfully at him, were you intentionally making him flustered by your cuteness?

You felt his hand slither down to your waist and a tight grip which softened. Another hand taking a hold of your left hand and you felt yourself gliding across the cemented ground beneath you against his chest.

A look of surprise evident on your face, he smirks and rests his head upon yours. You giggle as he twirls his body around with yours in slow circles and such. "What?" he asks softly, voice slightly muffled by your hair.

"There's no music." you replied looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes looked as if they were in a dream, just a bit hazy. Maybe it was him losing himself in your love. Akutagawa noticed the way the moonlight danced across your features, highlighting all of your beauty.

"Then we just dance to the rhythm of our heartbeats." he says before burying his nose in your hair and placing your hand he was holding on his shoulder. You were content in his arms, face in the crook of his neck with eyes closed.

A soft and sweet sensation could be felt in his hands spreading throughout his body. It was almost ticklish and warm. A smile graced his lips and he leans down to kiss the spot just beneath your ear. He heard a little giggle emit from you, perhaps it felt ticklish or maybe it just made you feel happy.

Ah, how beautiful you were. The only warmth able to melt him.

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